There Are Men Who Think Themselves Too

Distresses, However Heavy At The Time, Appear Light, And Even Joyous, To The Reflecting Mind, When Worthily Overcome.

The Seeds Of Death Are Sown In Us When We Begin To Live, And Grow Up Till, Like Rampant Weeds, They Choak The Tender Flower Of Life.

Hope Is The Cordial That Keeps Life From Stagnating.

Beauty Is An Accidental And Transient Good.

Great Allowances Ought To Be Made For The Petulance Of Persons Labouring Under Ill-health.