We May Be As Good

Nature Has Concatenated Our Fortunes And Affections Together With Indissoluble Bands Of Mutual Sympathy.

We Should Allow Others' Excellences, To Preserve A Modest Opinion Of Our Own.

Poetry Is A Kind Of Ingenious Nonsense (spence, Anecdotes

Chance Never Writ A Legible Book; Chance Never Built A Fair House; Chance Never Drew A Neat Picture; It Never Did Any Of These Things, Nor Ever Will; Nor Can It Be Without Absurdity Supposed Able To Do Them; Which Yet Are Works Very Gross And Rude, Very Easy And Feasible, As It Were, In Comparison To The Production Of A Flower Or A Tree.

In Defiance Of All The Tortue, Of All The Might, Of All The Malice Of The World, The Liberal Man Will Ever Be Rich; For God's Providence Is His Estate, God's Wisdom And Power Are His Defence, God's Love And Favor Are His Reward, And God's Word Is His Security.