This Long Disease, My Life.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

No Craving Void Left Aching In The Soul.

The World Is A Thing We Must Of Necessity Either Laugh At Or Be Angry At; If We Laugh At It, They Say We Are Proud; If We Are Angry At It, They Say We Are Ill-natured.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her Favors Call; She Comes Unlooked For, If She Comes At All .

Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.