Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.

Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.

Youth, Beauty, Graceful Action Seldom Fail: But Common Interest Always Will Prevail; And Pity Never Ceases To Be Shown To Him Who Makes The People's Wrongs His Own.

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.