Adversity Is Like The Period Of The

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

If A Faultless Poem Could Be Produced, I Am Satisfied It Would Tire The Critics Themselves; And Annoy The Whole Reading World With The Spleen.

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.

Woe To The Youth Whom Fancy Gains, Winning From Reason's Hand The Reins, Pity And Woe! For Such A Mind Is Soft Contemplative, And Kind.

Those Who Follow The Banners Oreason Are Like The Well-disciplined Battalions Which, Wearing A More Sober Uniform And Making A Less Dazzling Show Than The Light Troops Commanded By Imagination, Enjoy More Safety, And Even More Honor, In The Conflicts Ohuman Life.