The World Does Not Require So Much

Subduing And Subdued, The Petty Strife, Which Clouds The Colour Of Domestic Life; The Sober Comfort, All The Peace Which Springs From The Large Aggregate Of Little Things; On These Small Cares Of Daughter, Wife Or Friend, The Almost Sacred Joys Of Home Depend.

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.

Small Habits Well Pursued Betimes May Reach The Dignity Of Crimes.

Names Govern The World.

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.