But Monument Themselves Memorials Need.

Fashion, Though Folly's Child, And Guide Of Fools, Rules E'en The Wisest, And In Learning Rules.

Men Famed For Wit, Of Dangerous Talents Vain, Treat Those Of Common Parts With Proud Disdain; The Powers That Wisdom Would, Improving, Hide, They Blaze Abroad, With Inconsid'rate Pride; While Yet But Mere Probationers For Fame, They Seize The Honor They Should Then Disclaim: Honor So Hurried To The Light Must Fade, The Lasting Laurels Nourish In The Shade.

Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes Wish To Write.

A Sly Old Fish, Too Cunning For The Hook.

We Cannot Heal The Throbbing Heart Till We Discern The Wounds Within.