Where Wealth Accumulates, Men Decay.

At Night Returning, Every Labour Sped, He Sits Him Down, The Monarch Of A Shed; Smiles By His Cheerful Fire, And Round Surveys His Children's Looks, That Brighten At The Blaze; While His Lov'd Partner, Boastful Of Her Hoard, Displays Her Cleanly Platter On The Board.

Every Want That Stimulates The Breast Becomes A Source Of Pleasure When Redressed.

I Have Known A German Prince With More Titles Than Subjects, And A Spanish Nobleman With More Names Than Shirts.

Vain, Very Vain, My Weary Search To Find That Bliss Which Only Centers In The Mind.

The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The Dog It Was That Died.