The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.

When We View Elevated Ideas Of Nature, The Result Of That View Is Admiration, Which Is Always The Cause Of Pleasure.

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.