To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor,

Fear Guides More To Their Duty Than Gratitude; For One Man Who Is Virtuous From The Love Of Virtue, From The Obligation He Thinks He Lies Under To The Giver Of All, There Are Ten Thousand Who Are Good Only From Their Apprehension Of Punishment.

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

I Was Ever Of The Opinion, That The Honest Man Who Married And Brought Up A Large Family, Did More Service Than He Who Continued Single, And Only Talked Of Population.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper's Light, Adorns And Cheers Our Way; And Still, As Darker Grows The Night, Emits A Brighter Ray.

As Ten Millions Of Circles Can Never Make A Square, So The United Voice Of Myriads Cannot Lend The Smallest Foundation To Falsehood.