Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of

Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

Vice Is A Monster Of So Frightful Mien As To Be Hated Needs But To Be Seen; Yet Seen Too Oft, Familiar With Her Face, We First Endure, Then Pity, Then Embrace.