Oh, Give Us The Man Who Sings

For All Right Judgment Of Any Man Or Things It Is Useful, Nay, Essential, To See His Good Qualities Before Pronouncing On His Bad.

Woe To Him, . . . Who Has No Court Of Appeal Against The World's Judgment.

Nature, After All, Is Still The Grand Agent In Making Poets.

The Purpose Of Man Is In Action Not Thought.

Money, In Truth, Can Do Much, But It Cannot Do All. We Must Know The Province Of It, And Confine It There, And Even Spurn It Back When It Wishes To Get Farther.