The Common Damn'd Shun Their

The Good He Scorn'd Stalk'd Off Reluctant, Like An Ill-us'd Ghost, Not To Return; Or If It Did, Its Visits Like Those Of Angels, Short, And Far Between.

When It Draws Near To Witching Time Of Night.

That Discipline Which Corrects The Eagerness Of Worldly Passions, Which Fortifies The Heart With Virtuous Principles, Which Enlightens The Mind With Useful Knowledge, And Furnishes To It Matter Of Enjoyment From Within Itself, Is Of More Consequence To Real Felicity Than All The Provisions Which We Can Make Of The Goods Of Fortune.

Action, So To Speak, Is The Genius Of Nature.

Friendship! Mysterious Cement Of The Soul, Sweet'ner Of Life, And Solder Of Society.