We Sacrifice To Dress Till

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

I Would Not Enter On My List Of Friends (though Graced With Polished Manners And Fine Sense, Yet Wanting Sensibility) The Man Who Needlessly Sets Foot Upon A Worm.

O Winter! Ruler Of The Inverted Year, . . . I Crown Thee King Of Intimate Delights, Fireside Enjoyments, Home-born Happiness, And All The Comforts That The Lowly Roof Of Undisturbed Retirement, And The Hours Of Long Uninterrupted Evening, Know.

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

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.