And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is

Life Is But Sighs; And, When They Cease, 'tis Over.

The Sublime Is Contained In A Grain Of Dust.

How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

It Is As Wise To Moderate Our Belief As Our Desires.

Despotism Sits Nowhere So Secure As Under The Effigy And Ensigns Of Freedom.