Laugh At All You Trembled At Before.

I Would Not Have A Slave To Till My Ground, To Carry Me, To Fan Me While I Sleep, And Tremble When I Wake, For All The Wealth That Sinews Bought And Sold Have Ever Earn'd.

Knowledge, A Rude Unprofitable Mass, The Mere Materials With Which Wisdom Builds, Till Smoothed And Squared And Fitted To Its Place, Does But Encumber Whom It Seems To Enrich. Knowledge Is Proud That He Has Learned So Much; Wisdom Is Humble That He Knows No More.

... She, That Will With Kittens Jest, Should Bear A Kitten's Joke.

Some Write A Narrative Of Wars And Feats, Of Heroes Little Known, And Call The Rant A History.

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.