Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To

No One Every Suddenly Became Depraved.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

This Is His First Punishment, That By The Verdict Of His Own Heart No Guilty Man Is Acquitted.

Tears Ready To Do Duty At A Minute's Notice.

But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills Is Old Age Surrounded!