How Blest Is He Who Crowns In

Life At The Greatest And Best Is But A Froward Child, That Must Be Humored And Coaxed A Little Till It Falls Asleep, And Then All The Care Is Over.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Don't Let Us Make Imaginary Evils, When You Know We Have So Many Real Ones To Encounter.

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend It.