An Infatuated Man Is Not Only Foolish,

With Awe, Around These Silent Walks I Tread; These Are The Lasting Mansions Of The Dead.

't Was Good Advice, And Meant, My Son, Be Good.

Dreams Are Like Portraits; And We Find They Please Because They Are Confessed Resemblances.

Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes Wish To Write.

Ease Leads To Habit, As Success To Ease. He Lives By Rule Who Lives Himself To Please.