Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

Both Wit And Understanding Are Trifles Without Integrity.

O Friendship! Thou Fond Soother Of The Human Breast, To Thee We Fly In Every Calamity; To Thee The Wretched Seek For Succor; On Thee The Care-tired Son Of Misery Fondly Relies; From Thy Kind Assistance The Unfortunate Always Hopes Relief, And May Be Sure Of--disappointment.

Modesty Seldom Resides In A Breast That Is Not Enriched With Nobler Virtues.

All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure Seems Sweet, But Proves A Glass Of Bitters

It Is Impossible To Combat Enthusiasm With Reason; For Though It Makes A Show Of Resistance, It Soon Eludes The Pressure, Refers You To Distinctions Not To Be Understood, And Feelings Which It Cannot Explain. A Man Who Would Endeavor To Fix An Enthusiast By Argument Might As Well Attempt To Spread Quicksilver With His Finger.