It Is An Easy Thing To Talk

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

Eternity Is In Love With The Productions Of Time.

Oh! Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race? When I Look,each One Starts! When I Speak, I Offend; Then Im Silent & Passive & Lose Every Friend. Then My Verse I Dishonour, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade & My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; All My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame. Im Either Too Low Or Too Highly Prized; When Elate I M Envy'd, When Meek Im Despis'd

Shame Is Pride's Cloak.

Every Mortal Loss Is An Immortal Gain.