Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest

How Shall I Speak Thee, Or Thy Power Address Thou God Of Our Idolatry, The Press. . . . . Like Eden's Dead Probationary Tree, Knowledge Of Good And Evil Is From Thee.

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.

The Mind, Relaxing Into Needful Sport, Should Turn To Writers Of An Abler Sort, Whose Wit Well Managed, And Whose Classic Style, Give Truth A Lustre, And Make Wisdom Smile.

Men Deal With Life As Children With Their Play, Who First Misuse, Then Cast Their Toys Away.

The Solemn Fop; Significant And Budge; A Fool With Judges, Amongst Fools A Judge