And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

I Hate All Pain, Given Or Received; We Have Enough Within Us The Meanest Vassal As The Loftiest Monarch, Not To Add To Each Other's Natural Burden Of Mortal Misery.