Ever Let The Fancy Roam, Pleasure Never

All Constraint, / Except What Wisdom Lays On Evil Men, / Is Evil.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.

The Kindest And The Happiest Pair Will Find Occasion To Forbear; And Something, Every Day They Live, To Pity, And Perhaps Forgive.

How Sweet, How Passing Sweet, Is Solitude! But Grant Me Still A Friend In My Retreat, Whom I May Whisper, Solitude Is Sweet.

A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page, Majestic Like The Sun, It Gives A Light To Every Age, It Gives, But Borrows None.