Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The

With How Much Ease Believe We What We Wish!

Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today: Be Fair Or Foul Or Rain Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed In Spite Of Fate Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Youth, Beauty, Graceful Action Seldom Fail: But Common Interest Always Will Prevail; And Pity Never Ceases To Be Shown To Him Who Makes The People's Wrongs His Own.