Interspersed In Lawn And Opening Glades, Thin

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.

Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

Monuments, Like Men, Submit To Fate.

At Present We Can Only Reason Of The Divine Justice From What We Know Of Justice In Man. When We Are In Other Scenes, We May Have Truer And Nobler Ideas Of It; But While We Are In This Life, We Can Only Speak From The Volume That Is Laid Open Before Us.

Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.