The Greatest Object In The Universe, Says

Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View.

O Friendship! Thou Fond Soother Of The Human Breast, To Thee We Fly In Every Calamity; To Thee The Wretched Seek For Succor; On Thee The Care-tired Son Of Misery Fondly Relies; From Thy Kind Assistance The Unfortunate Always Hopes Relief, And May Be Sure Of--disappointment.

Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair.

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

While Selfishness Joins Hands With No One Of The Virtues, Benevolence Is Allied To Them All.