All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Dreams Are But Interludes That Fancy Makes... Sometimes Forgotten Things, Long Cast Behind Rush Forward In The Brain, And Come To Mind.

Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

For Lawful Power Is Still Superior Found, When Long Driven Back, At Length It Stands The Ground.