Good But Rarely Came From

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.

As Soon Seek Roses In December, Ice In June, Hope Constancy In Wind, Or Corn In Chaff Believe A Woman Or An Epitaph Or Any Other Thing That’s False Before You Trust In Critics.

It Is When We Think We Lead That We Are Most Led.

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.