Let Schoolmasters Puzzle Their Brain, With Grammar,

And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.

The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

It Is Not Easy To Recover An Art When Once Lost.

Politeness Is The Result Of Good Sense And Good Nature.