I Never Saw Any Good That Came

Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph Make Atheists Of Mankind.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

For All Have Not The Gift Of Martyrdom.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

By Education Most Have Been Misled; So They Believe, Because They Were Bred. The Priest Continues Where The Nurse Began, And Thus The Child Imposes On The Man.