Monuments, like men, submit to fate.

Say first, of god above or man below; what can we reason but from what we know.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.

The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.

Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.