Whatever The Skill Of Any Country May

The Bounds Of A Man's Knowledge Are Easily Concealed, If He Has But Prudence.

Quality And Title Have Such Allurements That Hundreds Are Ready To Give Up All Their Own Importance, To Cringe, To Flatter, To Look Little, And To Pall Every Pleasure In Constraint, Merely To Be Among The Great, Though Without The Least Hopes Of Improving Their Understanding Or Sharing Their Generosity. They Might Be Happier Among Their Equals.

As Some Tall Cliff That Lifts Its Awful Form, Swells From The Vale, And Midway Leaves The Storm,- Though Round Its Breast The Rolling Clouds Are Spread, Eternal Sunshine Settles On Its Head.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper

And What Is Friendship But A Name, A Charm That Lulls To Sleep, A Shade That Follows Wealth Or Fame, And Leaves The Wretch To Weep?