Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart,

Remorse Begets Reform.

Some Men Make Gain A Fountain, Whence Proceeds A Stream Of Liberal And Heroic Deeds; The Swell Of Pity, Not To Be Confined Within The Scanty Limits Of The Mind.

Some Write A Narrative Of Wars And Feats, Of Heroes Little Known, And Call The Rant A History.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.