Fancy, Like The Finger Of

Fashion, Leader Of A Chatt'ring Train, Whom Man For His Own Hurt Permits To Reign Who Shifts And Changes All Things But His Shape, And Would Degrade Her Vot'ry To An Ape, The Fruitful Parent Of Abuse And Wrong, Holds A Usurp'd Dominion O'er His Tongue, There Sits And Prompts Him With His Own Disgrace, Prescribes The Theme, The Tone, And The Grimace, And When Accomplish'd In Her Wayward School, Calls Gentleman Whom She Has Made A Fool.

The Path Of Sorrow, And That Path Alone, Leads To The Land Where Sorrow Is Unknown.

Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart, But God Never Will.

Learning Itself, Received Into A Mind By Nature Weak, Or Viciously Inclined, Serves But To Lead Philosophers Astray, Where Children Would With Ease Discern The Way.

How Much A Dunce That Has Been Sent To Roam, Excels A Dunce That Has Been Kept At Home.