To Me More Dear, Congenial To My

Could A Man Live By It, It Were Not Unpleasant Employment To Be A Poet.

Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Eternal Blessings Crown My Earliest Friend, And Round His Dwelling Guardian Saints Attend.

The Nakedness Of The Indigent World May Be Clothed From The Trimmings Of The Vain.

There Is Nothing Magnanimous In Bearing Misfortunes With Fortitude, When The Whole World Is Looking On.... He Who, Without Friends To Encourage Or Even Without Hope To Alleviate His Misfortunes, Can Behave With Tranquility And Indifference, Is Truly Great.