Tenderness Is A Virtue.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

To Make A Fine Gentleman, Several Trades Are Required, But Chiefly A Barber.

Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend It.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?