It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.

Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand And Left.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.