Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart,

The Parable Of The Prodigal Son, The Most Beautiful Fiction That Ever Was Invented; Our Saviour's Speech To His Disciples, With Which He Closed His Earthly Ministrations, Full Of The Sublimest Dignity And Tenderest Affection, Surpass Everything That I Ever Read; And Like The Spirit By Which They Were Dictated, Fly Directly To The Heart.

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

A Moral, Sensible, And Well-bred Manwill Not Affront Me, And No Other Can.

Nature, Exerting An Unwearied Power, Forms, Opens, And Gives Scent To Every Flower; Spreads The Fresh Verdure Of The Field, And Leads The Dancing Naiads Through The Dewy Meads.

Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.