O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

There Is Yet A Silent Agony In Which The Mind Appears To Disdain All External Help, And Broods Over Its Distresses With Gloomy Reserve. This Is The Most Dangerous State Of Mind; Accidents Or Friendships May Lessen The Louder Kinds Of Grief, But All Remedies For This Must Be Had From Within, And There Despair Too Often Finds The Most Deadly Enemy.

The Wisdom Of The Ignorant Somewhat Resembles The Instinct Of Animals; It Is Diffused In But A Very Narrow Sphere, But Within The Circle It Acts With Vigor, Uniformity, And Success.

Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And Guide My Lonely Way To Where Yon Taper Cheers The Vale With Hospitable Ray.

No Vernal Blooms Their Torpid Rocks Array, But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May; No Zephyr Fondly Sues The Mountain's Breast, But Meteors Glare, And Stormy Glooms Invest.

Filial Obedience Is The First And Greatest Requisite Of A State; By This We Become Good Subjects To Our Emperors, Capable Of Behaving With Just Subordination To Our Superiors, And Grateful Dependents On Heaven; By This We Become Fonder Of Marriage, In Order To Be Capable Of Exacting Obedience From Others In Our Turn; By This We Become Good Magistrates, For Early Submission Is The Truest Lesson To Those Who Would Learn To Rule. By This The Whole State May Be Said To Resemble One Family.