The True Art Of Memory

Gratitude Is A Species Of Justice.

An Old Friend Never Can Be Found, And Nature Has Provided That He Cannot Easily Be Lost.

The Fountain Of Contentment Must Spring Up In The Mind.

In Misery's Darkest Cavern Known, His Useful Care Was Ever Nigh Where Hopeless Anguish Pour'd His Groan, And Lonely Want Retir'd To Die.

Man Alone Is Born Crying, Lives Complaining, And Dies Disappointed.