Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very

Man Little Knows What Calamities Are Beyond His Patience To Bear Till He Tries Them; As In Ascending The Heights Of Ambition, Which Look Bright From Below, Every Step We Rise Shows Us Some New And Gloomy Prospect Of Hidden Disappointment; So In Our Descent From The Summits Of Pleasure, Though The Vale Of Misery Below May Appear, At First, Dark And Gloomy, Yet The Busy Mind, Still Attentive To Its Own Amusement, Finds, As We Descend, Something To Flatter And To Please. Still As We Approach, The Darkest Objects Appear To Brighten, And The Mortal Eye Becomes Adapted To Its Gloomy Situation.

And Still They Gazed, And Still The Wonder Grew, That One Small Head Could Carry All He Knew.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

I Was Ever Of The Opinion, That The Honest Man Who Married And Brought Up A Large Family, Did More Service Than He Who Continued Single, And Only Talked Of Population.

If You Were To Make Little Fishes Talk, They Would Talk Like Whales.