Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The

Thus, When The Lamp That Lighted The Traveller At First Goes Out, He Feels Awhile Benighted, And Looks Around In Fear And Doubt. But Soon, The Prospect Clearing, By Cloudless Starlight On He Treads, And Thinks No Lamp So Cheering As That Light Which Heaven Sheds.

Tis The Privilege Of Friendship To Talk Nonsense, And To Have Nonsense Respected.

Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children Once.

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.

My Motto Is: Contented With Little, Yet Wishing For More.