Three Minutes Thought Would Suffice To Find

There, By The Starlit Fences The Wanderer Halts And Hears My Soul That Lingers Sighing About The Glimmering Weirs.

To Be A Textual Critic Requires Aptitude For Thinking And Willingness To Think; And Though It Also Requires Other Things, Those Things Are Supplements And Cannot Be Substitutes. Knowledge Is Good, Method Is Good, But One Thing Beyond All Others Is Necessary; And That Is To Have A Head, Not A Pumpkin, On Your Shoulders And Brains, Not Pudding, In Your Head.

Ale, Man, Ale's The Stuff To Drink For Fellows Whom It Hurts To Think.

Tomorrow, More's The Pity, Away We Both Must Hie, To Air The Ditty And To Earth I.

I Find Cambridge An Asylum, In Every Sense Of The Word.