All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is

Religion Does What Philosophy Could Never Do; It Shows The Equal Dealings Of Heaven To The Happy And The Unhappy, And Levels All Human Enjoyments To Nearly The Same Standard. It Gives To Both Rich And Poor The Same Happiness Hereafter, And Equal Hopes To Aspire After It.

Here Lies David Garrick, Describe Me Who Can, An Abridgment Of All That Was Pleasant In Man.

But Me, Not Destined Such Delights To Share, My Prime Of Life In Wandering Spent And Care; Impell'd, With Steps Unceasing, To Pursue Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View That, Like The Circle Bounding Earth And Skies, Allures From Far, Yet, As I Follow, Flies; My Fortune Leads To Traverse Reams Alone, And Find No Spot Of All The World My Own.

Politics Resemble Religion; Attempting To Divest Either Of Ceremony Is The Most Certain Mode Of Bringing Either Into Contempt.

The Jests Of The Rich Are Ever Successful.