Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.

Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.

Some Judge Of Authors' Names, Not Works, And Then Nor Praise Nor Blame The Writings, But The Men.

Silence! Coeval With Eternity! Thou Wert Ere Nature's Self Began To Be; Thine Was The Sway Ere Heaven Was Formed On Earth, Ere Fruitful Thought Conceived Creation's Birth.