Sad Patience, Too Near Neighbour To Despair.

I Knew The Mass Of Men Conceal'd Their Thoughts, For Fear That If Reveal'd They Would By Other Men Be Met With Blank Indifference.

Once Read Thy Own Breast Right, And Thou Hast Done With Fears.

Joy Comes And Goes, Hope Ebbs And Flows Like The Wave; Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of Men. Love Tends Life A Little Grace, A Few Sad Smiles; And Then, Both Are Laid In One Cold Place, In The Grave.

Miracles Do Not Happen.

Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of Men.