Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.
All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.
The road is long fro the project to its completion.
You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.
And knowing money is a root of evil, in Christian charity, he'd take away whatever things may hinder your salvation.