Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend

What We Say Of A Thing That Has Just Come In Fashion And That Which We Do With The Dead, Is The Name Of The Honestest Man In The Nation: What More Of A Man Can Be Said?

There Is Nothing Magnanimous In Bearing Misfortunes With Fortitude, When The Whole World Is Looking On.... He Who, Without Friends To Encourage Or Even Without Hope To Alleviate His Misfortunes, Can Behave With Tranquility And Indifference, Is Truly Great.

And E'en While Fashion's Brightest Arts Decoy, The Heart Distrusting Asks If This Be Joy.

Sweet Was The Sound, When Oft, At Evening's Close, Up Yonder Hill The Village Murmur Rose; There As I Passed, With Careless Steps And Slow, The Mingling Notes Came Soften'd From Below; The Swain Responsive As The Milkmaid Sung, The Sober Herd That Low'd To Meet Their Young; The Noisy Geese That Gabbled O'er The Pool, The Playful Children Just Let Loose From School; The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind; These All In Sweet Confusion Sought The Shade, And Fill'd Each Pause The Nightingale Had Made.

Friendship Is Made Up Of Esteem And Pleasure; Pity Is Composed Of Sorrow And Contempt: The Mind May For Some Time Fluctuate Between Them, But It Can Never Entertain Both At Once.