When Two Eglishmen Meet, Their First Talk

When Two Eglishmen Meet, Their First Talk Is Of The Weather.

They Who Look But Little Into Futurity, Have, Perhaps, The Quickest Sensation Of The Present.

A Contempt Of The Monuments And The Wisdom Of The Past, May Be Justly Reckoned One Of The Reigning Follies Of These Days, To Which Pride And Idleness Have Equally Contributed.

Spring Is The Season Of Gaiety, And Winter Of Terror; In Spring The Heart Of Tranquility Dances To The Melody Of The Groves, And The Eye Of Benevolence Sparkles At The Sight Of Happiness And Plenty: In Winter, Compassion Melts At Universal Calamity, And The Tear Of Softness Starts At The Wailing Of Hunger And The Cries Of The Creation In Distress

For Gold The Hireling Judge Distorts The Laws.