The Moderns Cannot Reach Their Beauties, But

The Head Has The Most Beautiful Appearance, As Well As The Highest Station, In A Human Figure.

How Beautiful Is Death, When Earn'd By Virtue!

Must One Rash Word, The Infirmity Of Age, Throw Down The Merit Of My Better Years?

Poverty Palls The Most Generous Spirits; It Cows Industry, And Casts Resolution Itself Into Despair.

All Well-regulated Families Set Apart An Hour Every Morning For Tea And Bread And Butter