Ceremonies Are Different In Every Country, But

Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend It.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.

Pity, Though It May Often Relieve, Is But, At Best, A Short-lived Passion, And Seldom Affords Distress More Than Transitory Assistance; With Some It Scarce Lasts From The First Impulse Till The Hand Can Be Put Into The Pocket.

Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.

All His Faults Are Such That One Loves Him Still The Better For Them.