There Is A Nobility In The World

Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

The Zeal Of Friends It Is That Razes Me, And Not The Hate Of Enemies.

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.