Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

A boy will learn more true wisdom in a public school in a year than by a private education in five. It is not from masters, but from their equals, that youth learn a knowledge of the world.

The malicious sneer is improperly called laughter.

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

Nothing is so contemptible as that affectation of wisdom, which some display, by universal incredulity.