What Can Innocence Hope For, When Such

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

Pleasures Of Worse Natures Are Gladly Entertained, And They That Shun Us Practice In Private Sports The Stews Would Blush At.

0 Summer Friendship, Whose Flat-tering Leaves Shadowed Us In Our Prosperity, With The Least Gust, Drop Off In The Autumn Of Adversity.

Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is Good Walks On Crutches.

Giants In Their Promises, But Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance.