Gold Can Gild A Rotten Stick, And

It Depends On Education--that Holder Of The Keys Which The Almighty Hath Put Into Our Hands--to Open The Gates Which Lead To Virtue Or To Vice, To Happiness Or Misery.

Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.

The Truly Great And Good, In Affliction, Bear A Countenance More Princely Than They Are Wont; For It Is The Temper Of The Highest Hearts, Like The Palm-tree, To Strive Most Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

O You Virtuous Owle, The Wise Minerva's Only Fowle.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.