There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.

Heaven Gives Its Favourites-early Death.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live On.

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me, But Let Us Part Fair Foes; I Do Believe, Though I Have Found Them Not, That There May Be Words Which Are Things, Hopes Which Will Not Deceive, And Virtues Which Are Merciful, Or Weave Snares For The Failing: I Would Also Deem O'er Others' Griefs That Some Sincerely Grieve; That Two, Or One, Are Almost What They Seem, That Goodness Is No Name, And Happiness No Dream.