So Perish All Who Do The Like

Education Forms The Common Mind. Just As The Twig Is Bent, The Tree's Inclined.

And Bear About The Mockery Of Woe To Midnight Dances And The Public Show.

And Seem To Walk On Wings, And Tread In Air.

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.