I Heard A Neigh. Oh,

Would All, Who Cherish Such Wild Wishes, But Look Around Them, They Would Oftenest Find Their Sphere Of Duty, Of Prosperity, And Happiness, Within Those Precincts, And In That Station Where Providence Itself Has Cast Their Lot. Happy They Who Read The Riddle Without A Weary World-search, Or A Lifetime Spent In Vain!

Trusting No Man As His Friend, He Could Not Recognize His Enemy When The Latter Actually Appeared.

What A Happy And Holy Fashion It Is That Those Who Love One Another Should Rest On The Same Pillow.

My Fortune Somewhat Resembled That Of A Person Who Should Entertain An Idea Of Committing Suicide, And, Altogether Beyond His Hopes, Meet With The Good Hap To Be Murdered.

No Fountain So Small But That Heaven May Be Imaged In Its Bosom.