The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends,

He Watched And Wept And Prayed And Felt For All

I Love Everything That's Old, - Old Friends, Old Times, Old Manners, Old Books, Old Wine.

Measures, Not Men, Have Always Been My Mark.

For Praise Too Dearly Lov'd, Or Warmly Sought, Enfeebles All Internal Strength Of Thought; And The Weak Soul Within Itself Unblest, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

In A Polite Age Almost Every Person Becomes A Reader, And Receives More Instruction From The Press Than The Pulpit.