Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

Many Men Have Been Capable Of Doing A Wise Thing, More A Cunning Thing, But Very Few A Generous Thing.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.

Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend, A Master, Or A Servant, Or A Friend, Bids Each On Other For Assistance Call, Till One Man's Weakness Grows The Strength Of All.

It Often Happens That Those Are The Best People Whose Characters Have Been Most Injured By Slanderers: As We Usually Find That To Be The Sweetest Fruit Which The Birds Have Been Picking At.