Visions Of Glory, Spare My

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

Any Fool May Write A Most Valuable Book By Chance, If He Will Only Tell Us What He Heard And Saw With Veracity.