In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their

She Who Ne'er Answers Till A Husband Cools, Or, If She Rules Him, Never Shows She Rules; Charms By Accepting, By Submitting, Sways, Yet Has Her Humor Most, When She Obeys.

Ye Flowers That Drop, Forsaken By The Spring, Ye Birds That, Left By Summer, Cease To Sing, Ye Trees That Fade, When Autumn Heats Remove, Say, Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

Is That A Birthday? 'tis, Alas! Too Clear; 'tis But The Funeral Of The Former Year.

The Same Ambition Can Destroy Or Save, And Make A Patriot As It Makes A Knave.

Education Forms The Common Mind.