I Strove With None; For None Was

If There Were No Falsehood In The World, There Would Be No Doubt, If There Were No Doubt, There Would Be No Inquiry; If No Inquiry, No Wisdom, No Knowledge, No Genius; And Fancy Herself Would Lie Muffled Up In Her Robe, Inactive, Pale, And Bloated.

He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against Truth Finds In His Hand A Blade Without A Hilt. The Most Sparkling And Pointed Flame Of Wit Flickers And Expires Against The Incombustible Walls Of Her Sanctuary.

Around The Child Bend All The Threesweet Graces: Faith, Hope, Charity.around The Man Bend Other Faces;pride, Envy, Malice, Are His Graces.

I Have Since Written What No Tide Shall Ever Wash Away, What Men Unborn Shall Read O'er Ocean Wide And Find Ianthe's Name Agen.

Study Is The Bane Of Childhood, The Oil Of Youth, The Indulgence Of Adulthood, And A Restorative In Old Age.