Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With

That Practis'd Falsehood Under Saintly Shew, Deep Malice To Conceal, Couch'd With Revenge.

Sport, That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides. Come And Trip It As Ye Go, On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Enjoy Your Dear Wit And Gay Rhetoric, That Hath So Well Been Taught Her Dazzling Fence.

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.