Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

He Who Fights And Runs Away May Live To Fight Another Day.

In Proportion As Society Refines, New Books Must Ever Become More Necessary.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.

When We Take A Slight Survey Of The Surface Of Our Globe A Thousand Objects Offer Themselves Which, Though Long Known, Yet Still Demand Our Curiosity.