Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

Affability, Mildness, Tenderness, And A Word Which I Would Fain Bring Back To Its Original Signification Of Virtue,--i Mean Good-nature,--are Of Daily Use; They Are The Bread Of Mankind And Staff Of Life.