Thou Source Of All My

Novels Teach The Youthful Mind To Sigh After Happiness That Never Existed.

There Are Some Faults So Nearly Allied To Excellence That We Can Scarce Weed Out The Vice Without Eradicating The Virtue.

Like The Bee, We Should Make Our Industry Our Amusement.

To The Last Moment Of His Breath, On Hope The Wretch Relies; And Even The Pang Preceding Death Bids Expectation Rise.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper