Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.