Skins May Differ, But Affection

His Wit Invites You By His Looks To Come, But When You Knock, It Never Is At Home.

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

But Animated Nature Sweeter Still, To Soothe And Satisfy The Human Ear.

But Poverty, With Most Who Whimper Forth Their Long Complaints, Is Self-inflicted Woe; The Effect Of Laziness, Or Sottish Write.

Spring Hangs Her Infant Blossoms On The Trees, Rock'd In The Cradle Of The Western Breeze.