It World Be Well Had We More

The Ingratitude Of The World Can Never Deprive Us Of The Conscious Happiness Of Having Acted With Humanity Ourselves.

Friendship Is A Disinterested Commerce Between Equals; Love, An Abject Intercourse Between Tyrants And Slaves.

We Had No Revolutions To Fear, Nor Fatigues To Undergo; All Our Adventures Were By The Fireside, And All Our Migrations From The Blue Bed To The Brown.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.

The Bounds Of A Man's Knowledge Are Easily Concealed, If He Has But Prudence.