The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side

And Seem To Walk On Wings, And Tread In Air.

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

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.

Alas! The Small Discredit Of A Bribe Scarce Hurts The Lawyer, But Undoes The Scribe.