Jealous People Poison Their Own Banquet And

Too Young For Woe, Though Not For Tears.

There Is A Sacredness In Tears

There Is A Certain Relief In Change, Even Though It Be From Bad To Worse.

There Is A Remembrance Of The Dead To Which We Turn Even From The Charms Of The Living.

When The Gauls Laid Waste Rome, They Found The Senators Clothed In Their Robes, And Seated In Stern Tranquillity In Their Curule Chairs; In This Manner They Suffered Death Without Resistance Or Supplication. Such Conduct Was In Them Applauded As Noble And Magnanimous; In The Hapless Indians It Was Reviled As Both Obstinate And Sullen. How Truly Are We The Dupes Of Show And Circumstances! How Different Is Virtue, Clothed In Purple And Enthroned In State, From Virtue, Naked And Destitute, And Perishing Obscurely In A Wilderness.