Hence, In These Times, Untouch'd

Tis Easiest Dealing With The Firmest Mind-- More Just When It Resists, And, When It Yields, More Kind.

Life's Bloomy Flush Was Lost.

Against Her Foes Religion Well Defends Her Sacred Truths, But Often Fears Her Friends.

Good Is Done By Degrees.

But Jest Apart--what Virtue Canst Thou Trace In That Broad Trim That Hides Thy Sober Face? Does That Long-skirted Drab, That Over-nice And Formal Clothing, Prove A Scorn Of Vice? Then For Thine Accent--what In Sound Can Be So Void Of Grace As Dull Monotony?