On The Stage He Was

There Is Nothing Magnanimous In Bearing Misfortunes With Fortitude, When The Whole World Is Looking On.... He Who, Without Friends To Encourage Or Even Without Hope To Alleviate His Misfortunes, Can Behave With Tranquility And Indifference, Is Truly Great.

A Kind And Gentle Heart He Had, To Comfort Friends And Foes; The Naked Every Day He Clad When He Put On His Clothes.

In Arguing Too, The Parson Own'd His Skill, For E'en Though Vanquish'd He Could Argue Still; While Words Of Learned Length And Thundering Sound Amaz'd The Gazing Rustics Rang'd Around; And Still They Gaz'd, And Still The Wonder Grew That One Small Head Could Carry All He Knew.

The Heart Of Every Man Lies Open To The Shafts Of Correction If The Archer Can Take Proper Aim.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.