There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.

Not To Admire, Is All The Art I Know To Make Men Happy, Or To Keep Them So. Thus Horace Wrote We All Know Long Ago; And Thus Pope Quotes The Precept To Re-teach From His Translation; But Had None Admired, Would Pope Have Sung, Or Horace Been Inspired?

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.