Measures, Not Men, Have Always Been My

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper's Light, Adorns And Cheers Our Way; And Still, As Darker Grows The Night, Emits A Brighter Ray.

The Person Whose Clothes Are Extremely Fine I Am Too Apt To Consider As Not Being Possessed Of Any Superiority Of Fortune, But Resembling Those Indians Who Are Found To Wear All The Gold They Have In The World In A Bob At The Nose.

Truth From His Lips Prevailed With Double Sway, And Fools, Who Came To Scoff, Remained To Pray.

Taste Is The Power Of Relishing Or Rejecting Whatever Is Offered For The Entertainment Of The Imagination.

A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year.