Learn That The Present Hour Alone Is

For Patience, Sov'reign O'er Transmuted Ill.

He That Pursues Fame With Just Claims, Trusts His Happiness To The Winds; But He That Endeavors After It By False Merit, Has To Fear, Not Only The Violence Of The Storm, But The Leaks Of His Vessel.

The Business Of A Poet Is To Examine Not The Individual But The Species; To Remark General Properties And Large Appearances.

Kindness Is In Our Power, Even When Fondness Is Not.

Few Moments Are More Pleasing Than Those In Which The Mind Is Concerting Measures For A New Undertaking.