That Gloomy Outside, Like A

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.

Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However Great.

Affability, Mildness, Tenderness, And A Word Which I Would Fain Bring Back To Its Original Signification Of Virtue,--i Mean Good-nature,--are Of Daily Use; They Are The Bread Of Mankind And Staff Of Life.

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.