Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes

O Days Remember'd Well! Remember'd All! The Bitter Sweet, The Honey And The Gall; Those Garden Rambles In The Silent Night, Those Trees So Shady, And That Moon Se Bright, That Thickset Alley By The Arbor Clos'd, That Woodbine Seat Where We At Last Repos'd; And Then The Hopes That Came And Then Were Gone, Quick As The Clouds Beneath The Moon Past On.

Learning Is Better Worth Than Houses Or Land.

With Awe, Around These Silent Walks I Tread; These Are The Lasting Mansions Of The Dead.

Shall He Who Soars, Inspired By Loftier Views, Life's Little Cares And Little Pains Refuse? Shall He Not Rather Feel A Double Share Of Mortal Woe, When Doubly Arm'd To Bear?

Ease Leads To Habit, As Success To Ease. He Lives By Rule Who Lives Himself To Please.