Mankind Is Unamendable.

The Dances Ended, All The Fairy Train For Pinks And Daisies Search'd The Flow'ry Plain.

Who Breaks A Butterfly On A Wheel?

A Brave Man Thinks No One His Superior Who Does Him An Injury, For He Has It Then In His Power To Make Himself Superior To The Other By Forgiving It.

What So Pure, Which Envious Tongues Will Spare? Some Wicked Wits Have Libell'd All The Fair, With Matchless Impudence They Style A Wife, The Dear-bought Curse, And Lawful Plague Of Life; A Bosom Serpent, A Domestic Evil, A Night Invasion, And A Mid-day Devil; Let Not The Wise These Sland'rous Words Regard, But Curse The Bones Of Ev'ry Living Bard.

The Blest To-day Is As Completely So, As Who Began A Thousand Years Ago.