The End Of All Knowledge Should Be

Reason Cannot Show Itself More Reasonable Than To Cease Reasoning On Things Above Reason.

But Words Came Halting Forth, Wanting Invention's Stay; Invention, Nature's Child, Fled Stepdame Study's Blows; And Others' Feet Still Seemed But Strangers In My Way. Thus, Great With Child To Speak, And Helpless In My Throes, Biting My Truant Pen, Beating Myself For Spite: "fool," Said My Muse To Me, "look In Thy Heart, And Write.

What Doth Better Become Wisdom Than To Discern What Is Worthy The Living.

Ungratefulness Is The Very Poison Of Manhood.

What Is Birth To A Man If It Shall Be A Stain To His Dead Ancestors To Have Left Such An Offspring?