And Shade The Violets, That

When It Is Moving On Luxurious Wings, The Soul Is Lost In Pleasant Smotherings.

Through Buried Paths, Where Sleepy Twilight Dreams The Summer Time Away.

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.

Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge, But An Endeavor At Effect.

When Old Age Shall This Generation Waste, Thou Shalt Remain, In Midst Of Other Woe Than Ours, A Friend To Man, To Whom Thou Say'st, "beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty," - That Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.