Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

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