Never Was It Given To Mortal Man

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.

We Ought, In Humanity, No More To Despise A Man For The Misfortunes Of The Mind Than For Those Of The Body, When They Are Such As He Cannot Help; Were This Thoroughly Considered We Should No More Laugh At A Man For Having His Brains Cracked Than For Having His Head Broke.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.

In Men, We Various Ruling Passions Find; In Women, Two Almost Divide The Kind Those, Only Fixed, They First Or Last Obey, The Love Of Pleasure, And The Love Of Sway.