Remorse, The Fatal Egg That Pleasure Laid.

Did Charity Prevail, The Press Would Prove A Vehicle Of Virtue, Truth, And Love.

The Darkest Day, If You Live Till Tomorrow, Will Have Passed Away.

What Peaceful Hours I Once Enjoy'd! How Sweet Their Memory Still! But They Have Left An Aching Void The World Can Never Fill.

Ages Elapsed Ere Homer's Lamp Appear'd, And Ages Ere The Mantuan Swan Was Heard: To Carry Nature Lengths Unknown Before, To Give A Milton Birth, Ask'd Ages More.

And, Of All Lies (be That One Poet's Boast) / The Lie That Flatters I Abhor The Most.