I Am Not Ashamed To

To Some Extent I Liken Slavery To Death.

Thus Nature Has No Love For Solitude, And Always Leans, As It Were, On Some Support; And The Sweetest Support Is Found In The Most Intimate Friendship.

The Remembrance Of Past Misery Is Sweet.

The Life Of The Dead Is Placed In The Memory Of The Living.

A Bachelor's Bed Is The Most Pleasant.