An Epithet Or Metaphor Drawn From Nature

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

The Necessities Of Our Condition Require A Thousand Offices Of Tenderness, Which Mere Regard For The Species Will Never Dictate.

In Sovereignty There Are No Gradations.

Gratitude Is A Species Of Justice.

Those Authors Who Would Find Many Readers, Must Endeavour To Please While They Instruct.