Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

Profan'd The God-given Strength, And Marr'd The Lofty Line.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

If You Once Turn On Your Side After The Hour At Which You Ought To Rise, It Is All Over. Bolt Up At Once.

Blessed Be His Name, Who Hath Appointed The Quiet Night To Follow The Busy Day, And The Calm Sleep To Refresh The Wearied Limbs And To Compose The Troubled Spirit.