An Infatuated Man Is Not Only Foolish,

He Tried The Luxury Of Doing Good.

Ease Leads To Habit, As Success To Ease. He Lives By Rule Who Lives Himself To Please.

Better To Love Amiss Than Nothing To Have Loved.

Say, Ye Oppress'd By Some Fantastic Woes, Some Jarring Nerve That Baffles Your Repose; Who Press The Downy Couch, While Slaves Advance With Timid Eye, To Read The Distant Glance; Who With Sad Prayers The Weary Doctor Tease, To Name The Nameless Ever-new Disease; Who With Mock Patience Dire Complaints Endure, Which Real Pain And That Alone Can Cure; How Would Ye Bear In Real Pain To Lie, Despised, Neglected, Left Alone To Die? How Would Ye Bear To Draw Your Latest Breath, Where All That's Wretched Paves The Way For Death?

Some Hearts Are Hidden, Some Have Not A Heart.