Any Fool May Write A Most Valuable

I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of An Author.

No Further Seek His Merits To Disclose, Or Draw His Frailties From Their Dread Abode (there They Alike In Trembling Hope Repose), The Bosom Of His Father And His God.

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

He Pass'd The Flaming Bounds Of Place And Time: The Living Throne, The Sapphire Blaze, Where Angels Tremble While They Gaze, He Saw; But Blasted With Excess Of Light, Closed His Eyes In Endless Night.

One Principal Characteristic Of Vice In The Present Age Is The Contempt Of Fame.