Folly Ends Where Genuine Hope

Not To Understand A Treasure's Worth Till Time Has Stole Away The Slighted Good, Is Cause Of Half The Poverty We Feel, And Makes The World The Wilderness It Is.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.

The Proud Are Ever Most Provoked By Pride.

This Fond Attachment To The Well-known Place Whence First We Started Into Life's Long Race, Maintains Its Hold With Such Unfailing Sway, We Feel It E'en In Age, And At Our Latest Day.