It Is The Just Doom

Men Are Like Stone Jugs - You May Lug Them Where You Like By The Ears.

They Who Have Already Enjoyed The Crowds And Noise Of The Great City, Know Their Desire To Return Is Little More Than The Restlessness Of A Vacant Mind, That They Are Not So Much Led By Hope As Driven By Disgust, And Wish Rather To Leave The Country Than To See The Town.

Life Protracted Is Protracted Woe.

All Envy Is Proportionate To Desire.

Deign On The Passing World To Turn Thine Eyes, And Pause Awhile From Letters, To Be Wise.