A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood

Ere The Blabbing Eastern Scout, The Nice Morn, On Th' Indian Steep From Her Cabin'd Loop-hole Peep.

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

I Hate When Vice Can Bolt Her Arguments, And Virtue Has No Tongue To Check Her Pride.