Ease Leads To Habit, As

Some Hearts Are Hidden, Some Have Not A Heart.

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.

The Wife Was Pretty, Trifling, Childish, Weak; She Could Not Think, But Would Not Cease To Speak.

With Awe, Around These Silent Walks I Tread; These Are The Lasting Mansions Of The Dead.

Ease Leads To Habit, As Success To Ease. He Lives By Rule Who Lives Himself To Please.