Language Most Shows A Man, Speak That

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

He Was Not Of An Age, But For All Time!

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

No Simple Word That Shall Be Uttered At Our Mirthful Board, Shall Make Us Sad Next Morning; Or Affright The Liberty That We'll Enjoy To-night.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.