Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To

False Happiness Is Like False Money; It Passes For A Time As Well As The True, And Serves Some Ordinary Occasions; But When It Is Brought To The Touch, We Find The Lightness And Alloy, And Feel The Loss.

Atheists Put On False Courage And Alacrity In The Midst Of Their Darkness And Apprehensions, Like Children Who, When They Fear To Go In The Dark, Will Sing For Fear.

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.