Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But That Youth Is Buoyant, Confident, And Strong In Hope, Men Would Behold Its Threshold, And Despair.

Business Before Pleasure.

It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection Is A Habit.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past, What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last?