The Common Damn'd Shun Their

Its Visits, Like Those Of Angels, Short, And Far Between.

When It Draws Near To Witching Time Of Night.

Whistling Aloud To Bear His Courage Up.

The Common Damn'd Shun Their Society.

Industry Is Not Only The Instrument Of Improvement, But The Foundation Of Pleasure. He Who Is A Stranger To It May Possess, But Cannot Enjoy, For It Is Labor Only Which Gives Relish To Pleasure. It Is The Indispensable Condition Of Possessing A Sound Mind In A Sound Body, And It Is The Appointed Vehicle Of Every Good To Man.