If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every

To Me More Dear, Congenial To My Heart, One Native Charm, Than All The Gloss Of Art.

When A Person Has No Need To Borrow They Find Multitudes Willing To Lend.

Even Children Follow'd With Endearing Wile, And Pluck'd His Gown, To Share The Good Man's Smile.

In All The Silent Manliness Of Grief.

The More Various Our Artificial Necessities, The Wider Is Our Circle Of Pleasure; For All Pleasure Consists In Obviating Necessities As They Rise; Luxury, Therefore, As It Increases Our Wants, Increases Our Capacity For Happiness