Why Did I Write? What

Hope Springs Eternal.

Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

Good God! How Often Are We To Die Before We Go Quite Off This Stage? In Every Friend We Lose A Part Of Ourselves, And The Best Part.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.

Fool, 'tis In Vain From Wit To Wit To Roam: Know, Sense, Like Charity, Begins At Home.