Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.

When We View Elevated Ideas Of Nature, The Result Of That View Is Admiration, Which Is Always The Cause Of Pleasure.

The Commendation Of Adversaries Is The Greatest Triumph Of A Writer, Because It Never Comes Unless Extorted.