Remorse Begets Reform.

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.

The Things That Mount The Rostrum With A Skip, And Then Skip Down Again, Pronounce A Text, Cry Hem; And Reading What They Never Wrote Just Fifteen Minutes, Huddle Up Their Work, And With A Well-bred Whisper Close The Scene!

Our Love Is Principle, And Has Its Root In Reason, Is Judicious, Manly, Free.

God Made The Country, And Man Made The Town.

Pleasure Is Labour Too, And Tires As Much.