The Happy Never Say, And Never Hear

Circumstances Form The Character; But, Like Petrifying Matters, They Harden While They Form.

Truth, Like The Juice Of The Poppy, In Small Quantities, Calms Men; In Larger, Heats And Irritates Them, And Is Attended By Fatal Consequences In Excess.

Justice Is Often Pale And Melancholy; But Gratitude, Her Daughter, Is Constantly In The Flow Of Spirits And The Bloom Of Loveliness.

No Good Writer Was Ever Long Neglected; No Great Man Overlooked By Men Equally Great. Impatience Is A Proof Of Inferior Strength, And A Destroyer Of What Little There May Be.

Avoid, Which Many Grave Men Have Not Done, Words Taken From Sacred Subjects And From Elevated Poetry: These We Have Seen Vilely Prostituted. Avoid Too The Society Of The Barbarians Who Misemploy Them.