A Thankful Man Owes A

The Man That Is Once Hated, Both His Good And His Evil Deeds Oppress Him.

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.