Nature Hates Monopolies And Exceptions.

The April Winds Are Magical, And Thrill Our Tuneful Frames; The Garden-walks Are Passional To Bachelors And Dames.

Government Has Come To Be A Trade, And Is Managed Solely On Commercial Principles. A Man Plunges Into Politics To Make His Fortune, And Only Cares That The World Shall Last His Days.

Our Expense Is Almost All For Conformity. It Is For Cake That We Run In Debt; 'tis Not The Intellect, Not The Heart, Not Beauty, Not Worship, That Costs So Much.

Let Him Go Where He Will, He Can Only Find So Much Beauty Or Worth As He Carries.

A Judge May Be A Farmer; But He Is Not To Geld His Own Pigs.