The opening of the first grammar school was the opening of the first trench against monopoly in Church and State.
Though old the thought and oft exprest, Tis his at last who says it best.
Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.
Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.
The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.
Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave.