Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

I Would Give Worlds, Could I Believe One-half That Is Profess'd Me; Affection! Could I Think It Thee, When Flattery Has Caress'd Me.

The Truth Is, We Never Make For Others The Allowance We Make For Ourselves; And We Should Deny Even Our Own Words, Could We Hear Them Spoken By Another.

Occupation Is One Great Source Of Enjoyment. No Man, Properly Occupied, Was Ever Miserable.

Though Fortune's Wheel Is Generally On The Turn, Sometimes When It Gets Into The Mud, It Sticks There.