The child is father of the man.

I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.