There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The Mind.

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.