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We Seldom Speak Of The Virtue Which We Have, But Much Oftener Of That Which We Lack.

Crimes Generally Punish Themselves.

The Folly Of Others Is Ever Most Ridiculous To Those Who Are Themselves Most Foolish.

But Me, Not Destined Such Delights To Share, My Prime Of Life In Wandering Spent And Care; Impell'd, With Steps Unceasing, To Pursue Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View That, Like The Circle Bounding Earth And Skies, Allures From Far, Yet, As I Follow, Flies; My Fortune Leads To Traverse Reams Alone, And Find No Spot Of All The World My Own.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.