Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

Education forms the common mind.

Cavil you may, but never criticise.