Ask Me No Questions, And

That Virtue Which Requires To Be Ever Guarded Is Scarce Worth The Sentinel.

Our Chief Comforts Often Produce Our Greatest Anxieties, And The Increase In Our Possessions Is But An Inlet To New Disquietudes.

Careless Their Merits Or Their Faults To Scan, His Pity Gave Ere Charity Began. Thus To Relieve The Wretched Was His Pride, And Even His Failings Lean'd To Virtue's Side.

How Blest Is He Who Crowns In Shades Like These A Youth Of Labour With An Age Of Ease!

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.