The Ingratitude Of The World Can Never

For The First Time, The Best May Err, Art May Persuade, And Novelty Spread Out Its Charms. The First Fault Is The Child Of Simplicity; But Every Other The Offspring Of Guilt.

Man Wants But Little Here Below, Nor Wants That Little Long.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.

The Soul May Be Compared To A Field Of Battle, Where The Armies Are Ready Every Moment To Encounter. Not A Single Vice But Has A More Powerful Opponent, And Not One Virtue But May Be Overborne By A Combination Of Vices.

A Boy Will Learn More True Wisdom In A Public School In A Year Than By A Private Education In Five. It Is Not From Masters, But From Their Equals, That Youth Learn A Knowledge Of The World.