Is Pride, The Never-failing Vice Of Fools.

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.

In The Nice Bee, What Sense So Subtly True From Pois'nous Herbs Extracts The Healing Dew?

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.

Hope Springs Eternal.

Genius Involves Both Envy And Calumny.