The Post Of Honour Is A Private

Mere Bashfulness Without Merit Is Awkwardness.

I Will Indulge My Sorrows, And Give Way To All The Pangs And Fury Of Despair.

Guard Thy Heart On This Weak Side, Where Most Our Nature Fails.

Health And Cheerfulness Naturally Beget Each Other.

A Thousand Trills And Quivering Sounds In Airy Circles O'er Us Fly, Till, Wafted By A Gentle Breeze, They Faint And Languish By Degrees, And At A Distance Die.