Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.

Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

Judge Not Of Actions By Their Mere Effect; Dive To The Center, And The Cause Detect. Great Deeds From Meanest Springs May Take Their Course, And Smallest Virtues From A Mighty Source.