Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Youth, Beauty, Graceful Action Seldom Fail: But Common Interest Always Will Prevail; And Pity Never Ceases To Be Shown To Him Who Makes The People's Wrongs His Own.

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.