...so Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In.

God Forbid That Judges Upon Their Oath Should Make Resolutions To Enlarge Jurisdiction.

Grief Is Itself A Medicine.

Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We Strive To Strip Them Off, 'tis Being Flayed Alive.

The Statesman, Lawyer, Merchant, Man Of Trade Pants For The Refuge Of Some Rural Shade, Where All His Long Anxieties Forgot Amid The Charms Of A Sequester'd Spot, Or Recollected Only To Gild O'er And Add A Smile To What Was Sweet Before, He May Possess The Joys He Thinks He Sees, Lay His Old Age Upon The Lap Of Ease, Improve The Remnant Of His Wasted Span. And Having Lived A Trifler, Die A Man.

Religion Does Not Censure Or Exclude Unnumbered Pleasures, Harmlessly Pursued.