No Government Has Ever Been, Or Can

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.

By Education Most Have Been Misled.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Thou Spring'st A Leak Already In Thy Crown, A Flaw Is In Thy Ill-bak'd Vessel Found; 'tis Hollow, And Returns A Jarring Sound, Yet Thy Moist Clay Is Pliant To Command, Unwrought, And Easy To The Potter's Hand: Now Take The Mould; Now Bend Thy Mind To Feel The First Sharp Motions Of The Forming Wheel.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.