And Make Each Day A Critic On

Most Women Have No Characters At All.

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

Education Forms The Common Mind. Just As The Twig Is Bent, The Tree's Inclined.

Who Know But He, Whose Hand The Lightning Forms, Who Heaves Old Ocean, And Who Wings The Storms, Pours Fierce Ambition In A Caesar's Mind.

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.