He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.

Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

The elephant is never won by anger; nor must that man who would reclaim a lion take him by the teeth.