Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.

Any Fool May Write A Most Valuable Book By Chance, If He Will Only Tell Us What He Heard And Saw With Veracity.

The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow, Chastis'd By Sabler Tints Of Woe.

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

Sweet Is The Breath Of Vernal Shower,/ The Bee's Collected Treasure Sweet,/ Sweet Music's Melting Fall, But Sweeter Yet/ The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.