While I Live, No Rich

Why Did I Write? Whose Sin To Me Unknown Dipt Me In Ink, My Parents', Or My Own? As Yet A Child, Nor Yet A Fool To Fame, I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers Came.

Yet Graceful Ease, And Sweetness Void Of Pride, Might Hide Her Faults, If Belles Had Faults To Hide: If To Her Share Some Female Errors Fall, Look On Her Face, And You'll Forget 'em All.

Our Judgments, Like Our Watches, None Go Just Alike, Yet Each Believes His Own

The Greatest Magnifying Glasses In The World Are A Man's Own Eyes When They Look Upon His Own Person.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.