He Who Kisses Joy As

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

I Was In A Printing-house In Hell, And Saw The Method In Which Knowledge Is Transmitted From Generation To Generation.

The Eye Sees More Than The Heart Knows.

Such, Such Were The Joys When We All, Girls And Boys, In Our Youth Time Were Seen On The Echoing Green.

The True Method Of Knowledge Is Experiment.