The Only Time You Run Out Of

With Sharpen'd Sight Pale Antiquaries Pore, Th' Inscription Value, But The Rust Adore. This The Blue Varnish, That The Green Endears; The Sacred Rust Of Twice Ten Hundred Years.

Education Forms The Common Mind.

Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of Schools, And Some Made Coxcombs Nature Meant But Fools.