One Must Be A Wise Reader To

Prudence Is The Footprint Of Wisdom.

Our Favorites Are Few; Since Only What Rises From The Heart Reaches It, Being Caught And Carried On The Tongues Of Men Wheresoever Love And Letters Journey.

Sympathy Wanting, All Is Wanting; Its Personal Magnetism Is The Conductor Of The Sacred Spark That Lights Our Atoms, Puts Us M Human Communion, And Gives Us To Company, Conversation, And Ourselves.

Time Is One's Best Friend, Teaching Best Of All The Wisdom Of Silence.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.