Books Are Not Seldom Talismans

That Good Diffused May More Abundant Grow.

Detested Sport, That Owes Its Pleasures To Another's Pain.

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.

Even In The Stifling Bosom Of The Town, A Garden, In Which Nothing Thrives, Has Charms That Soothes The Rich Possessor; Much Consol'd, That Here And There Some Sprigs Of Mournful Mint, Or Nightshade, Or Valerian, Grace The Well He Cultivates.

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.