Lord, It Is My Chief

A Tale Should Be Judicious, Clear, Succinct; The Language Plain, And Incidents Well Link'd; Tell Not As New What Ev'ry Body Knows; And, New Or Old, Still Hasten To A Close.

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.

Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error Toss'd.

Vice Stings Us Even In Our Pleasures, But Virtue Consoles Us Even In Our Pains.

Tea - The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate.