At Ev'ry Word A Reputation Dies.

The Lot Of Man - To Suffer And To Die.

What Nothing Earthly Gives, Or Can Destroy, The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heart-felt Joy, Is Virtue's Prize.

The Best Way To Prove The Clearness Of Our Mind, Is By Showing Its Faults; As When A Stream Discovers The Dirt At The Bottom, It Convinces Us Of The Transparency And Purity Of The Water.

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

Oh! Blest With Temper, Whose Unclouded Ray Can Make To-morrow Cheerful As To-day.