We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.