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Old Tubal Cain Was A Man Of Might In The Days When Earth Was Young.

There's A Fount About To Stream, There's A Light About To Beam, There's A Warmth About To Glow, There's A Flower About To Blow; There's A Midnight Blackness Changing Into Gray; Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way.

The Study Of The Errors Into Which Great Minds Have Fallen In The Pursuit Of Truth Can Never Be Uninstructive. . . No Man Is So Wise But That He May Learn Some Wisdom From His Past Errors, Either Of Thought Or Action, And No Society Has Made Such Advances As To Be Capable Of No Improvement From The Retrospect Of Its Past Folly And Credulity.

If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps The King Would Change With Me.

Of All The Offspring Of Time, Error Is The Most Ancient, And Is So Old And Familiar An Acquaintance, That Truth, When Discovered, Comes Upon Most Of Us Like An Intruder, And Meets The Intruder's Welcome.