The Common Damn'd Shun Their Society.

Whistling Aloud To Bear His Courage Up.

How Blunt Are All The Arrows Of Thy Quiver In Comparison With Those Of Guilt.

The Common Damn'd Shun Their Society.

Of Joys Departed, Not To Return, How Painful The Remembrance

Industry Is Not Only The Instrument Of Improvement, But The Foundation Of Pleasure. He Who Is A Stranger To It May Possess, But Cannot Enjoy, For It Is Labor Only Which Gives Relish To Pleasure. It Is The Indispensable Condition Of Possessing A Sound Mind In A Sound Body, And It Is The Appointed Vehicle Of Every Good To Man.