Wisdom married to immortal verse.

A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.