Good Sense, Good Health, Good Conscience, And

The Spleen Is Seldom Felt Where Flora Reigns; The Low'ring Eye, The Petulance, The Frown, And Sullen Sadness, That O'ershade, Distort, And Mar The Face Of Beauty, When No Cause For Such Immeasurable Woe Appears; These Flora Banishes, And Gives The Fair Sweet Smiles, And Bloom Less Transient Than Her Own.

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.

The Art Of Poetry Is To Touch The Passions, And Its Duty To Lead Them On The Side Of Virtue.

When Nations Are To Perish In Their Sins, 'tis In The Church The Leprosy Begins.

Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart, But God Never Will.