The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is

A Tale Should Be Judicious, Clear, Succinct; The Language Plain, And Incidents Well Link'd; Tell Not As New What Ev'ry Body Knows; And, New Or Old, Still Hasten To A Close.

A Self-made Man? Yes, And One Who Worships His Creator.

Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

And In That Hour, The Seeds Of Cruelty, That Since Have Swell'd To Such Gigantic And Enormous Growth, Were Sown In Human Nature's Fruitful Soil. Hence Date The Persecution And The Pain That Man Inflicts On All Inferior Kinds, Regardless Of Their Plaints.