Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None

Confidence Is The Feeling We Have Before Knowing All The Facts

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

I Am As Free As Nature First Made Man, Ere The Base Laws Of Servitude Began, When Wild In Woods The Noble Savage Ran.

The End Of Satire Is The Amendment Of Vices By Correction; And He Who Writes Honestly Is No More An Enemy To The Offender Than The Physician To The Patient When He Prescribes Harsh Remedies.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.