A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.
A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.