He Tried The Luxury Of Doing Good.

We Cannot Heal The Throbbing Heart Till We Discern The Wounds Within.

Hence, In These Times, Untouch'd The Pages Lie, And Slumber Out Their Immortality.

Whatever Amuses, Serves To Kill Time, To Lull The Faculties, And To Banish Reflection. Whatever Entertains, Usually Awakens The Understanding Or Gratifies The Fancy. Whatever Diverts, Is Lively In Its Nature, And Sometimes Tumultuous In Its Effects.

Fortunes Are Made, If I The Facts May State-- Though Poor Myself, I Know The Fortunate: First, There's A Knowledge Of The Way From Whence Good Fortune Comes--and This Is Sterling Sense: Then Perseverance, Never To Decline The Chase Of Riches Till The Prey Is Thine; And Firmness Never To Be Drawn Away By Any Passion From That Noble Prey-- By Love, Ambition, Study, Travel, Fame, Or The Vain Hope That Lives Upon A Name.

With Eye Upraised His Master's Look To Scan, The Joy, The Solace, And The Aid Of Man: The Rich Man's Guardian And The Poor Man's Friend, The Only Creature Faithful To The End.