Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

Do You Suppose There Is Any Living Man So Unreasonable That If He Found Himself Stricken With A Dangerous Ailment He Would Not Anxiously Desire To Regain The Blessing Of Health?

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.

The End Of Doubt Is The Beginning Of Repose.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.