There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets Of The Ages Wherein They Live, And Illustrate The Times.

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.