Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.