Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near

The Life Of A Wit Is A Warfare Upon Earth.

Whate'er The Passion, Knowledge, Fame, Or Pelf, Not One Will Change His Neighbor With Himself.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.