He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence,

Look Not Thou On Beauty's Charming; Sit Thou Still When Kings Are Arming; Taste Not When The Wine-cup Glistens; Speak Not When The People Listens

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

All Men Who Have Turned Out Worth Anything Have Had The Chief Hand In Their Own Education.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

Thou And I Are But The Blind Instruments Of Some Irresistible Fatality, That Hurries Us Along, Like Goodly Vessels Driving Before The Storm, Which Are Dashed Against Each Other, And So Perish.