The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own
Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
So upright Quakers please both man and God.