Remorse, The Fatal Egg That Pleasure Laid.

Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly Exactly As God Pleases.

God Forbid That Judges Upon Their Oath Should Make Resolutions To Enlarge Jurisdiction.

Pernicious Weed! Whose Scent The Fair Annoys, Unfriendly To Society's Chief Joys: Thy Worst Effect Is Banishing For Hours The Sex Whose Presence Civilizes Ours.

The Spleen Is Seldom Felt Where Flora Reigns; The Low'ring Eye, The Petulance, The Frown, And Sullen Sadness, That O'ershade, Distort, And Mar The Face Of Beauty, When No Cause For Such Immeasurable Woe Appears; These Flora Banishes, And Gives The Fair Sweet Smiles, And Bloom Less Transient Than Her Own.

The Still Small Voice Is Wanted.