If We Do Not Find Happiness In

The Greatest Object In The Universe, Says A Certain Philosopher, Is A Good Man Struggling With Adversity; Yet There Is Still A Greater, Which Is The Good Man Who Comes To Relieve It.

Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

Our Garrick 's A Salad; For In Him We See Oil, Vinegar, Sugar, And Saltness Agree!

Such Is The Patriot's Boast, Where'er We Roam, His First Best Country Ever Is At Home.

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.