But Monument Themselves Memorials Need.

See Time Has Touched Me Gently In His Race, And Left No Odious Furrows In My Face.

Oh How The Passions, Insolent And Strong, Bear Our Weak Minds Their Rapid Course Along; Make Us The Madness Of Their Will Obey; Then Die And Leave Us To Our Griefs As Prey!

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! Man's Most Faithful Friend, Him Canst Thou Comfort, Ease, Relieve, Defend; But If He Will Thy Friendly Checks Forego, Thou Art, Oh! Woe For Me, His Deadliest Foe!

Men Famed For Wit, Of Dangerous Talents Vain, Treat Those Of Common Parts With Proud Disdain; The Powers That Wisdom Would, Improving, Hide, They Blaze Abroad, With Inconsid'rate Pride; While Yet But Mere Probationers For Fame, They Seize The Honor They Should Then Disclaim: Honor So Hurried To The Light Must Fade, The Lasting Laurels Nourish In The Shade.

Learning Is Better Worth Than Houses Or Land.