Tis All In Vain To

Pride Is Still Aiming At The Best Houses: Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods. Aspiring To Be Gods, If Angels Fell; Aspiring To Be Angels Men Rebel.

O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged In Thy Name.

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!

How Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail!