Whenever I Hear A Man Talking Of

The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The Heart.

I Cannot See Why A Taste For The Country Should Be Held So Very Indispensable A Requisite For Excellence; But Really People Talk Of It As If It Were A Virtue, And As If An Opposite Opinion Was, To Say The Least Of It, Very Immoral.

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

To This Hour, The Great Science And Duty Of Politics Is Lowered By The Petty Leaven Of Small And Personal Advantage.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.