What Is Fame? A Fancied Life In

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear As They Grow Old.

And Soften'd Sounds Along The Waters Die: Smooth Flow The Waves, The Zephyrs Gently Play.

Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.