And Fools Who Came To Scoff Remain'd

Error Is Always Talkative.

Alas! The Joys That Fortune Brings Are Trifling, And Decay, And Those Who Prize The Trifling Things, More Trifling Still Than They.

Our Chief Comforts Often Produce Our Greatest Anxieties, And The Increase In Our Possessions Is But An Inlet To New Disquietudes.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.

As Few Subjects Are More Interesting To Society, So Few Have Been More Frequently Written Upon Than The Education Of Youth.