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What Nature Wants, Commodious Gold Bestows; 'tis Thus We Cut The Bread Another Sows.

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart; To Make Mankind, In Conscious Virtue Bold, Live O'er Each Seene, And Be What They Behold: For This The Tragic Muse First Trod The Stage.

Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

If A Man's Character Is To Be Abused There's Nobody Like A Relative To Do The Business.

Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail. Index-learning Is A Term Used To Mock Pretenders Who Acquire Superficial Knowledge Merely By Consulting Indexes.