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.
A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.