This Long Disease, My Life.

We Think Our Fathers Fools, So Wise We Grow. Our Wiser Sons, No Doubt Will Think Us So.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing.

Hope Humbly Then; With Trembling Pinions Soar; Wait The Great Teacher, Death, And God Adore; What Future Bliss He Gives Not Thee To Know, But Gives That Hope To Be Thy Blessing Now.

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!