He That Will Enjoy The Brightness Of

The Finest Landscape In The World Is Improved By A Good Inn In The Foreground.

These Are The Men Who, Without Virtue, Labour, Or Hazard, Are Growing Rich, As Their Country Is Impoverished; They Rejoice, When Obstinacy Or Ambition Adds Another Year To Slaughter And Devastation; And Laugh, From Their Desks, At Bravery And Science, While They Are Adding Figure To Figure, And Cipher To Cipher, Hoping For A New Contract From A New Armament, And Computing The Profits Of A Siege Or Tempest.

A Family ... Is A Little Kingdom, Torn With Factions And Exposed To Revolutions.

There Are In Every Age New Errors To Be Rectified And New Prejudices To Be Opposed.

When There Is No Hope, There Can Be No Endeavor.