My Foot Is On My Native Heath,

No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

The Most Learned, Acute, And Diligent Student Cannot, In The Longest Life, Obtain An Entire Knowledge Of This One Volume.

Spangling The Wave With Lights As Vain As Pleasures In The Vale Of Pain, That Dazzle As They Fade.

The Paths Of Virtue, Though Seldom Those Of Worldly Greatness, Are Always Those Of Pleasantness And Peace.

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.