I Pass By That It Is Very

Poetry Is A Kind Of Ingenious Nonsense (spence, Anecdotes

Mathematics - The Unshaken Foundation Of Sciences, And The Plentiful Fountain Of Advantage To Human Affairs.

He Who Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, Or An Effectual Comforter.

Smiling Always With A Never Fading Serenity Of Countenance, And Flourishing In An Immortal Youth.

No Man Speaketh, Or Should Speak, Of His Prince, That Which He Hath Not Weighed Whether It Will Consist With That Veneration Which Should Be Preserved Inviolate To Him.