The Worth And Value Of Knowledge Is

Be That Blind Bard Who On The Chian Strand, By Those Deep Sounds Possessed With Inward Light, Beheld The Iliad And The Odyssey Rise To The Swelling Of The Voiceful Sea.

Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind, And Blow The Dry Leaves From The Tree! Flash, Like A Love-thought, Thro'me, Death And Take A Life That Wearies Me.

That Gracious Thing, Made Up Of Tears And Light.

Plagiarists Are Always Suspicious Of Being Stolen From, As Pickpockets Are Observed Commonly To Walk With Their Hands In Their Breeches' Pockets.

The Three Great Ends Which A Statesman Ought To Propose To Himself In The Government Of A Nation Are, — 1. Security To Possessors; 2. Facility To Acquirers; And 3. Hope To All.