The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The

Tenderness Is A Virtue.

No One But A Fool Would Measure Their Satisfaction By What The World Thinks Of It.

This Same Philosophy Is A Good Horse In The Stable, But An Arrant Jade On A Journey.

But Me, Not Destined Such Delights To Share, My Prime Of Life In Wandering Spent And Care; Impell'd, With Steps Unceasing, To Pursue Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View That, Like The Circle Bounding Earth And Skies, Allures From Far, Yet, As I Follow, Flies; My Fortune Leads To Traverse Reams Alone, And Find No Spot Of All The World My Own.

There Is A Greatness In Being Generous, And There Is Only Simple Justice In Satisfying Creditors. Generosity Is The Part Of The Soul Raised Above The Vulgar.