Where Wealth Accumulates, Men Decay.

Romance And Novel Paint Beauty In Colors More Charming Than Nature, And Describe A Happiness That Humans Never Taste. How Deceptive And Destructive Are Those Pictures Of Consummate Bliss!

Measures, Not Men, Have Always Been My Mark.

This Same Philosophy Is A Good Horse In The Stable, But An Arrant Jade On A Journey.

A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year.

No Vernal Blooms Their Torpid Rocks Array, But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May; No Zephyr Fondly Sues The Mountain's Breast, But Meteors Glare, And Stormy Glooms Invest.