A Youth Of Frolic, An Old Age

But See How Oft Ambition's Aims Are Cross'd, And Chiefs Contend 'til All The Prize Is Lost!

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense. There Are Forty Men Of Wit For One Man Of Sense; And He That Will Carry Nothing About Him But Gold, Will Be Every Day At A Loss For Want Of Readier Change.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.

Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.

How Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail!