She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious

She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious Beauty, Grows Cold Even In The Summer Of Her Age.

A Man Is To Be Cheated Into Passion, But To Be Reasoned Into Truth.

Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can Be Taught.

Let Those Find Fault Whose Wit's So Very Small, They've Need To Show That They Can Think At All; Errors, Like Straws, Upon The Surface Flow; He Who Would Search For Pearls, Must Dive Below. Fops May Have Leave To Level All They Can; As Pigmies Would Be Glad To Lop A Man. Half-wits Are Fleas; So Little And So Light, We Scarce Could Know They Live, But That They Bite.

He Has Not Learned The First Lesson Of Life Who Does Not Every Day Surmount A Fear.