Of All Kinds Of Ambition,

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper's Light, Adorns And Cheers Our Way; And Still, As Darker Grows The Night, Emits A Brighter Ray.

One Writer, For Instance, Excels At A Plan Or A Title Page, Another Works Away At The Body Of The Book, And A Third Is A Dab At An Index.

The Very Pink Of Perfection.

The Life Of A Scholar Seldom Abounds With Adventure.

Man Seems The Only Growth That Dwindles Here.