There Never Will Exist Anything Permanently Noble

The Schoolmaster Is Termed, Classically, Ludi Magister, Because He Deprives Boys Of Their Play.

He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

He That Follows The Advice Of Reason Has A Mind That Is Elevated Above The Reach Of Injury; That Sits Above The Clouds, In A Calm And Quiet Ether, And With A Brave Indifferency Hears The Rolling Thunders Grumble And Burst Under His Feet.

Just At The Age 'twixt Boy And Youth, When Thought Is Speech, And Speech Is Truth.

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.