Ages Elapsed Ere Homer's Lamp Appear'd, And

A Fool Must Now And Then Be Right, By Chance

The Path Of Sorrow, And That Path Alone, Leads To The Land Where Sorrow Is Unknown.

The Man To Solitude Accustom'd Long, Perceives In Everything That Lives A Tongue; Not Animals Alone, But Shrubs And Trees Have Speech For Him, And Understood With Ease, After Long Drought When Rains Abundant Fall, He Hears The Herbs And Flowers Rejoicing All.

Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart, But God Never Will.

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.