To Buried Merit Rise The Tardy Bust.

As Peace Is The End Of War, So To Be Idle Is The Ultimate Purpose Of The Busy.

What Is Twice Read Is Commonly Better Remembered That What Is Transcribed.

Wheresoe'er I Turn My View, All Is Strange, Yet Nothing New: Endless Labor All Along, Endless Labor To Be Wrong: Phrase That Time Has Flung Away; Uncouth Words In Disarray, Trick'd In Antique Ruff And Bonnet, Ode, And Elegy, And Sonnet.

What Is Said Upon A Subject Is Gathered From An Hundred People.

Never, My Dear Sir, Do You Take It Into Your Head That I Do Not Love You; You May Settle Yourself In Full Confidence Both Of My Love And My Esteem; I Love You As A Kind Man, I Value You As A Worthy Man, And Hope In Time To Reverence You As A Man Of Exemplary Piety.