The Coward Never On Himself Relies, But

In Idle Wishes, Fools Supinely Stay. Be There A Will And Wisdom Finds A Way.

Ease Leads To Habit, As Success To Ease. He Lives By Rule Who Lives Himself To Please.

How Often Do We Sigh For Opportunities For Doing Good, Whilst We Neglect The Openings Of Providence In Little Things, Which Would Frequently Lead To The Accomplishment Of Most Important Usefulness. Good Is Done By Degrees. However Small In Proportion The Benefit Which Follows Individual Attempts To Do Good, A Great Deal May Thus Be Accomplished By Perseverance, Even In The Midst Of Discouragements And Disappointments.

When Winter Stern, His Gloomy Front Uprears, A Sable Void The Barren Earth Appears; The Meads No More Their Former Verdure Boast, Fast-bound Their Streams, And All Their Beauty Lost; The Herds, The Flocks, In Icy Garments Mourn, And Wildly Murmur For The Spring's Return; From Snow-topp'd Hills The Whirlwinds Keenly Blow, Howl Through The Woods, And Pierce The Vales Below, Through The Sharp Air A Flaky Torrent Flies, Mocks The Slow Sight, And Hides The Gloomy Skies.

Beauties, When Disposed To Sleep, Should From The Eye Of Keen Inspector Keep: The Lovely Nymph Who Would Her Swain Surprise, May Close Her Mouth, But Not Conceal Her Eyes; Sleep From The Fairest Face Some Beauty Takes, And All The Homely Features Homelier Makes.