Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors

False Happiness Is Like False Money; It Passes For A Time As Well As The True, And Serves Some Ordinary Occasions; But When It Is Brought To The Touch, We Find The Lightness And Alloy, And Feel The Loss.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.

The Zeal Of Fools Offends At Any Time.

A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn.

On Cold December Fragrant Chaplets Blow, And Heavy Harvests Nod Beneath The Snow.