Tenderness Is A Virtue.

The Whitewash'd Wall, The Nicely Sanded Floor, The Varnish'd Clock That Click'd Behind The Door; The Chest, Contriv'd A Double Debt To Pay,- A Bed By Night, A Chest Of Drawers By Day.

Who, Born For The Universe, Narrow'd His Mind, And To Party Gave Up What Was Meant For Mankind; Though Fraught With All Learning, Yet Straining His Throat To Persuade Tommy Townshend To Lend Him A Vote. Who Too Deep For His Hearers Still Went On Refining, And Thought Of Convincing While They Thought Of Dining: Though Equal To All Things, For All Things Unfit; Too Nice For A Statesman, Too Proud For A Wit.

So The Loud Torrent, And The Whirlwind's Roar, But Bind Him To His Native Mountains More.

To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor, Is A Certain Method Never To Rise.

Fancy Restrained May Be Compared To A Fountain, Which Plays Highest By Diminishing The Aperture.