There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?

I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.