Time Is, Of All Modes Of Existence,

Wheresoe'er I Turn My View, All Is Strange, Yet Nothing New: Endless Labor All Along, Endless Labor To Be Wrong: Phrase That Time Has Flung Away; Uncouth Words In Disarray, Trick'd In Antique Ruff And Bonnet, Ode, And Elegy, And Sonnet.

We Love To Overlook The Boundaries Which We Do Not Wish To Pass.

A Fallible Being Will Fail Somewhere.

Slavery Is Now Nowhere More Patiently Endured, Than In Countries Once Inhabited By The Zealots Of Liberty.

Beauty, Without Kindness, Dies Unenjoyed And Undelighting.