This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar? The Hearts Bleed Longest, And Heals But To Wear That Which Disfigures It.

I Really Cannot Know Whether I Am Or Am Not The Genius You Are Pleased To Call Me, But I Am Very Willing To Put Up With The Mistake, If It Be One. It Is A Title Dearly Enough Bought By Most Men, To Render It Endurable, Even When Not Quite Clearly Made Out, Which It Never Can Be Till The Posterity, Whose Decisions Are Merely Dreams To Ourselves, Has Sanctioned Or Denied It, While It Can Touch Us No Further.

Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous When It Comes Late In Life.