I Have Enjoyed The Happiness Of The

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

Futurity Is Impregnable To Mortal Ken: No Prayer Pierces Through Heaven's Adamantine Walls. Whether The Birds Fly Right Or Left, Whatever Be The Aspect Of The Stars, The Book Of Nature Is A Maze, Dreams Are A Lie, And Every Sign A Falsehood.