And As A Bird Each Fond Endearment

See Me, How Calm I Am. Ay, People Are Generally Calm At The Misfortunes Of Others.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.

Near Yonder Thorn, That Lifts Its Head On High, Where Once The Sign-post Caught The Passing Eye, Low Lies That House Where Nut-brown Draughts Inspired, Where Graybeard Mirth And Smiling Toil Retired, Where Village Statesmen Talk'd With Looks Profound, And News Much Older Than Their Ale Went Round.

Every Acknowledgment Of Gratitude Is A Circumstance Of Humiliation; And Some Are Found To Submit To Frequent Mortifications Of This Kind, Proclaiming What Obligations They Owe, Merely Because They Think It In Some Measure Cancels The Debt.

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