All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

Interspersed In Lawn And Opening Glades, Thin Trees Arise That Shun Each Others' Shades.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fix'd: 't Is Fix'd As In A Frost; Contracted All, Retiring To The Breast; But Strength Of Mind Is Exercise, Not Rest.

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought, And Still Appears More Decent As More Suitable; A Vile Conceit In Pompous Words Express'd, Is Like A Clown In Regal Purple Dress'd.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.