He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never So Bold To Go Beyond Her.

How Blessed Is He, Who Leads A Country Life, Unvex'd With Anxious Cares, And Void Of Strife! Who Studying Peace, And Shunning Civil Rage, Enjoy'd His Youth, And Now Enjoys His Age: All Who Deserve His Love, He Makes His Own; And, To Be Lov'd Himself, Needs Only To Be Known.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.