Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

There is unspeakable pleasure attending the life of a voluntary student.

One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found, at last, to be of our own producing.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.