Never Find Fault With The Absent.

It Is Sure The Hardest Science To Forget!

Pleasures Are Ever In Our Hands Or Eyes; And When In Act They Cease, In Prospect Rise.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.

For I, Who Hold Sage Homer's Rule The Best, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Going Guest.

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.