I Heard An Angel Singing; When The

The Hand Of Vengeance Found The Bed To Which The Purple Tyrant Fled The Iron Hand Crush'd The Tyrant's Head And Became Tyrant In His Stead.

The True Method Of Knowledge Is Experiment.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

None But Blockheads Copy Each Other.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.