Truth and understanding are not such wares as to be monopolized and traded in by tickets and statutes and standards. We must not think to make a staple commodity of all the knowledge in the land, to mark and license it like our broadcloth and our woolpacks.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem

A bevy of fair women.

Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.