I Have Taken Pride In Others, Never

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.

How Difficult It Is To Save The Bark Of Reputation From The Rocks Of Ignorance.

And Men Go About To Wonder At The Heights Of The Mountains, And The Mighty Waves Of The Sea, And The Wide Sweep Of Rivers, And The Circuit Of The Ocean, And The Revolution Of The Stars, But Themselves They Consider Not.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity, The Holiest Right Of The Soul, The Golden Link Which Binds Us To Duty And Truth, The Redeeming Principle That Chiefly Reconciles The Heart To Life, And Is Prophetic Of Eternal Good.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.