Religion! What Treasure Untold Resides In That

Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We Strive To Strip Them Off, 'tis Being Flayed Alive.

How Fleet Is A Glance Of The Mind! Compared With The Speed Of Its Flight, The Tempest Itself Lags Behind, And The Swift-winged Arrows Of Light.

'tis Liberty Alone That Gives The Flower Of Fleeting Life Its Lustre And Perfume; And We Are Weeds Without It.

We Turn To Dust, And All Our Mightiest Works Die Too.

No Wisdom That She May Gain By Experience And Reflection Hereafter, Will Compensate The Loss Of Her Present Hilarity.