It World Be Well Had We More

Whatever The Skill Of Any Country May Be In The Sciences, It Is From Its Excellence In Polite Learning Alone That It Must Expect A Character From Posterity.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learn'd To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face; Full Well They Laugh'd With Counterfeited Glee At All His Jokes, For Many A Joke Had He; Full Well The Busy Whisper Circling Round Convey'd The Dismal Tidings When He Frown'd. Yet Was He Kind, Or If Severe In Aught, The Love He Bore To Learning Was In Fault; The Village All Declar'd How Much He Knew, 'twas Certain He Could Write And Cipher Too.

The Bounds Of A Man's Knowledge Are Easily Concealed, If He Has But Prudence.

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.