Those Flimsy Webs That Break

Knowledge And Wisdom, Far From Being One, Have Oft-times No Connection. Knowledge Dwells In Heads Replete With Thoughts Of Other Men; Wisdom In Minds Attentive To Their Own.

The Art Of Poetry Is To Touch The Passions, And Its Duty To Lead Them On The Side Of Virtue.

The Dogs Did Bark, The Children Screamed, Up Flew The Windows All; And Every Soul Bawled Out, Well Done! As Loud As He Could Bawl.

Religion Does Not Censure Or Exclude Unnumbered Pleasures, Harmlessly Pursued.

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.