Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.