Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes

How Instinct Varies In The Grov'ling Swine.

Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

Whatever Is, Is Right.