Ridicule Has Followed The Vestiges Of Truth,

Something Of The Severe Hath Always Been Appertaining To Order And To Grace; And The Beauty That Is Not Too Liberal Is Sought The Most Ardently, And Loved The Longest.

The Heart That Once Has Been Bathed In Love's Pure Fountain Retains The Pulse Of Youth Forever.

There Is Only One Word Of Tenderness We Could Say, Which We Have Not Said Oftentimes Before ; And There Is No Consolation In It. The Happy Never Say, And Never Hear Said, Farewell.

Every Good Writer Has Much Idiom; It Is The Life And Spirit Of Language.

Despotism Sits Nowhere So Secure As Under The Effigy And Ensigns Of Freedom.