The World Must Be Peopled!

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .