England, With All Thy Faults I Love

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.

No Wisdom That She May Gain By Experience And Reflection Hereafter, Will Compensate The Loss Of Her Present Hilarity.

Knowledge Is Proud That It Knows So Much; Wisdom Is Humble That It Knows No More.

Spring Hangs Her Infant Blossoms On The Trees, Rock'd In The Cradle Of The Western Breeze.