Thy Modesty 's A Candle To Thy

Dignity And Love Were Never Yet Boon Companions.

Wine Is A Turncoat; First A Friend And Then An Enemy.

Great Vices Are The Proper Objects Of Our Detestation, Smaller Faults Of Our Pity, But Affectation Appears To Be The Only True Source Of The Ridiculous.

O Innocence, How Glorious And Happy A Portion Art Thou To The Breast That Possesses Thee! Thou Fearest Neither The Eyes Nor The Tongues Of Men. Truth, The Most Powerful Of All Things, Is Thy Strongest Friend; And The Brighter The Light Is In Which Thou Art Displayed, The More It Discovers Thy Transcendent Beauties.

O Vanity, How Little Is Thy Force Acknowledged Or Thy Operations Discerned! How Wantonly Dost Thou Deceive Mankind Under Different Disguises! Sometimes Thou Dost Wear The Face Of Pity; Sometimes Of Generosity; Nay, Thou Hast The Assurance To Put On Those Glorious Ornaments Which Belong Only To Heroic Virtue.