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The Whitewash'd Wall, The Nicely Sanded Floor, The Varnish'd Clock That Click'd Behind The Door; The Chest, Contriv'd A Double Debt To Pay,- A Bed By Night, A Chest Of Drawers By Day.

To The Last Moment Of His Breath, On Hope The Wretch Relies; And Even The Pang Preceding Death Bids Expectation Rise.

Those Who Place Their Affections At First On Trifles For Amusement, Will Find These Trifles Become At Last Their Most Serious Concerns.

The True Use Of Speech Is Not So Much To Express Our Wants As To Conceal Them.

A Boy Will Learn More True Wisdom In A Public School In A Year Than By A Private Education In Five. It Is Not From Masters, But From Their Equals, That Youth Learn A Knowledge Of The World.