Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

He Who Proposes To Be An Author Should First Be A Student.

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.