Passions Are The Gales Of Life.

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.

All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood; All Partial Evil, Universal Good.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.