There Is Not A More Unhappy Being

The Mind That Lies Fallow But A Single Day, Sprouts Up In Follies That Are Only To Be Killed By A Constant And Assiduous Culture.

See In What Peace A Christian Can Die.

For Ever Singing As They Shine, The Hand That Made Us Is Divine.

Nothing Makes Men Sharper Than Want.

Why, A Spirit Is Such A Little, Little Thing, That I Have Heard Man, Who Was A Great Scholar, Say That He'll Dance Ye A Hornpipe Upon The Point Of A Needle.