He Who Tempts, Though In

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

(that Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind) To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days; But The Fair Guerdon When We Hope To Find, And Think To Burst Out Into Sudden Blaze, Comes The Blind Fury With Th' Abhorred Shears And Slits The Thin-spun Life.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies.

He Alone Is Worthy Of The Appellation Who Either Does Great Things, Or Teaches How They May Be Done, Or Describes Them With A Suitable Majesty When They Have Been Done; But Those Only Are Great Things Which Tend To Render Life More Happy, Which Increase The Innocent Enjoyments And Comforts Of Existence, Or Which Pave The Way To A State Of Future Bliss More Permanent And More Pure.

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.