Our Country Is Where Ever We Are

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

Therefore, If At Great Things Thou Wouldst Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth.

So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

Who Reads Incessantly, And To His Reading Brings Not A Spirit And Judgment Equal Or Superior, (and What He Brings What Need He Elsewhere Seek?) Uncertain And Unsettled Still Remains, Deep Versed In Books And Shallow In Himself, Crude Or Intoxicate, Collecting Toys And Trifles For Choice Matters, Worth A Sponge, As Children Gathering Pebbles On The Shore.