As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.