All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is

Pity And Friendship Are Two Passions Incompatible With Each Other.

To Me More Dear, Congenial To My Heart, One Native Charm, Than All The Gloss Of Art.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay. Princes And Lords May Flourish Or May Fade,- A Breath Can Make Them, As A Breath Has Made; But A Bold Peasantry, Their Country's Pride, When Once Destroy'd, Can Never Be Supplied.

If One Wishes To Become Rich They Must Appear Rich.

The Sports Of Children Satisfy The Child.