True Generosity Is A Duty As Indispensably

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

Aromatic Plants Bestow No Spicy Fragrance While They Grow; But Crush'd Or Trodden To The Ground, Diffuse Their Balmy Sweets Around.

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog And In That Town A Dog Was Found, As Many Dogs There Be, Both Mongrel, Puppy, Whelp, And Hound, And Curs Of Low Degree.

Our Chief Comforts Often Produce Our Greatest Anxieties, And The Increase In Our Possessions Is But An Inlet To New Disquietudes.