Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

The multitude is always wrong.