Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks

A Night-cap Deck'd His Brows Instead Of Bay,- A Cap By Night, A Stocking All The Day.

What If In Scotland's Wilds We Viel'd Our Head, Where Tempests Whistle Round The Sordid Bed; Where The Rug's Two-fold Use We Might Display, By Night A Blanket, And A Plaid By Day.

There Is Probably No Country So Barbarous That Would Not Disclose All It Knew, If It Received Equivalent Information; And I Am Apt To Think That A Person Who Was Ready To Give More Knowledge Than He Received Would Be Welcome Wherever He Came.

If You Don't Ask Me Questions, I Can't Give You An Untrue Answer.

The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.