Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day's disasters in his morning face.
Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.
He watched and wept and prayed and felt for all
I learn several great truths; as that it is impossible to see into the ways of futurity, that punishment always attends the villain, that love is the fond soother of the human breast.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.