Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear As They

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

From The Moment One Sets Up For An Author, One Must Be Treated As Ceremoniously, That Is As Unfaithfully, "as A King's Favorite Or A King.

So Upright Quakers Please Both Man And God.

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.