And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life, Increases Our Desire Of Living

Alike All Ages. Dames Of Ancient Days Have Led Their Children Through The Mirthful Maze, And The Gay Grandsire, Skill'd In Gestic Lore, Has Frisk'd Beneath The Burden Of Threescore.

The Hours We Pass With Happy Prospects In View Are More Pleasing Than Those Crowded With Fruition.

Pity And Friendship Are Two Passions Incompatible With Each Other.

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.