So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.

He Who Proposes To Be An Author Should First Be A Student.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.