Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

To My Eye Rubens' Colouring Is Most Contemptible. His Shadows Are A Filthy Brown Somewhat The Colour Of Excrement.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

Ages Are All Equal. / But Genius Is Always Above The Age.

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.