Now I See Peace To Corrupt No

By Labor And Intent Study (which I Take To Be My Portion In This Life), Joined With The Strong Propensity Of Nature, I Might Perhaps Leave Something So Written To After-times, As They Should Not Willingly Let It Die.

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

Fame Is The Last Infirmity Of The Human Mind.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And Cheerful, In Thy Blood Will Reign A Melancholy Damp Of Cold And Dry To Weigh Thy Spirits Down, And Last Consume The Balm Of Life.