A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is

Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This Aged Man And Poor.

Shed No Tear - O, Shed No Tear! The Flower Will Bloom Another Year. Weep No More - O, Weep No More! Young Buds Sleep In The Root's White Core.

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.

I Would Jump Down Etna For Any Public Good - But I Hate A Mawkish Popularity.

He Who Saddens At Thought Of Idleness Cannot Be Idle, / And He's Awake Who Thinks Himself Asleep.