But Monument Themselves Memorials Need.

The Coward Never On Himself Relies, But To An Equal For Assistance Flies.

See Time Has Touched Me Gently In His Race, And Left No Odious Furrows In My Face.

Shall He Who Soars, Inspired By Loftier Views, Life's Little Cares And Little Pains Refuse? Shall He Not Rather Feel A Double Share Of Mortal Woe, When Doubly Arm'd To Bear?

Some Hearts Are Hidden, Some Have Not A Heart.

I Paint The Cot, As Truth Will Paint It, And As Bards Will Not.