If You Were To Make Little Fishes

By Every Remove I Only Drag A Greater Length Of Chain.

Pity And Friendship Are Two Passions Incompatible With Each Other.

Who Mix'd Reason With Pleasure, And Wisdom With Mirth: If He Had Any Faults, He Has Left Us In Doubt.

Death When Unmasked Shows Us A Friendly Face And Is A Terror Only At A Distance.

Blest Be Those Feasts, With Simple Plenty Crowned, Where All The Ruddy Family Around Laugh At The Jests Or Pranks That Never Fail Or Sigh With Pity At Some Mournful Tale.