Education Forms The Common Mind.

Oh! If To Dance All Night, And Dress All Day, Charm'd The Small-pox, Or Chas'd Old Age Away; . . . . To Patch, Nay Ogle, Might Become A Saint, Nor Could It Sure Be Such A Sin To Paint.

While I Live, No Rich Or Noble Knave Shall Walk The World In Credit To His Grave.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.

Lo! The Poor Indian, Whose Untutored Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind.