Our Chief Comforts Often Produce Our Greatest

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

Tenderness Is A Virtue.

Eternal Blessings Crown My Earliest Friend, And Round His Dwelling Guardian Saints Attend.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper

Amid Thy Desert-walks The Lapwing Flies, And Tires Their Echoes With Unvaried Cries.