Laws Grind The Poor, And Rich Men

Friendship Is A Disinterested Commerce Between Equals; Love, An Abject Intercourse Between Tyrants And Slaves.

O Friendship! Thou Fond Soother Of The Human Breast, To Thee We Fly In Every Calamity; To Thee The Wretched Seek For Succor; On Thee The Care-tired Son Of Misery Fondly Relies; From Thy Kind Assistance The Unfortunate Always Hopes Relief, And May Be Sure Of--disappointment.

The Hours We Pass With Happy Prospects In View Are More Pleasing Than Those Crowded With Fruition.

Pride In Their Port, Defiance In Their Eye, I See The Lords Of Humankind Pass By.

So The Loud Torrent, And The Whirlwind's Roar, But Bind Him To His Native Mountains More.