Silence Is Become His Mother

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

The Hawthorn Bush, With Seats Beneath The Shade, For Talking Age And Whispering Lovers Made.

When Any One Of Our Relations Was Found To Be A Person Of A Very Bad Character, A Troublesome Guest, Or One We Desired To Get Rid Of, Upon His Leaving My House I Ever Took Care To Lend Him A Riding-coat, Or A Pair Of Boots, Or Sometimes A Horse Of Small Value, And I Always Had The Satisfaction Of Finding He Never Came Back To Return Them.

For The First Time, The Best May Err, Art May Persuade, And Novelty Spread Out Its Charms. The First Fault Is The Child Of Simplicity; But Every Other The Offspring Of Guilt.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.