Error Is Ever Talkative.

How Wide The Limits Stand Between A Splendid And A Happy Land.

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

When A Person Has No Need To Borrow They Find Multitudes Willing To Lend.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper