John Armstrong

Our greatest good, and what we least can spare,
Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.

Our greatest good, and what we least can spare,
Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not read more

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.

Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still
A faithless heart betrays the head unsound.

Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still
A faithless heart betrays the head unsound.

This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier read more

This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier than to shun.

The situation is only getting worse. We started to notice it in July when imports really started to increase.

The situation is only getting worse. We started to notice it in July when imports really started to increase.