Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.

Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail, Spread The Thin Oar, And Catch The Driving Gale.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confused; Still By Himself Abused Or Disabused; Created Half To Rise, And Half To Fall; Great Lord Of All Things, Yet A Prey To All; Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled,- The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World.

True Friendship's Laws Are By This Rule Express'd, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Parting Guest.