The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid

War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute We Find Is Boundless Grace, And Mercy To Mankind, Abhors The Cruel.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He Who Can Call Today His Own; He Who, Secure Within, Can Say, Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today.

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.