To Have Slaved So Many Years For

The Act Of God Injures No One.

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

All Wish To Know, But Few The Price Will Pay.

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

Whenever Fortune Wishes To Joke, She Lifts People From What Is Humble To The Highest Extremity Of Affairs.