A Crown! What Is It? It Is

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs; Since Life's Best Joys Consist In Peace And Ease, And Though But Few Can Serve, Yet All May Please; On, Let Th' Ungentle Spirit Learn From Hence, A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs.

In Men This Blunder Still You Find; All Think Their Little Set Mankind.

The Secret Heart Is Fair Devotion's Temple; There The Saint, Even On That Living Altar, Lights The Flame Of Purest Sacrifice, Which Burns Unseen, Not Unaccepted.

Who Are Those Ever Multiplying Authors That With Unparalleled Fecundity Are Overstocking The World With Their Quick Succeeding Progeny? They Are Novel-writers.