Novels Teach The Youthful Mind To Sigh

And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

Wept O'er His Wounds, Or Tales Of Sorrow Done, Shoulder'd His Crutch, And Shew'd How Fields Were Won.

All The Sciences Are, In Some Measure, Linked With Each Other, And Before The One Is Ended, The Other Begins.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Embosom'd In The Deep Where Holland Lies. Methinks Her Patient Sons Before Me Stand, Where The Broad Ocean Leans Against The Land.