Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
No craving void left aching in the soul.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
It is sure the hardest science to forget!
Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.