Error Is Always Talkative.

And What Is Friendship But A Name, A Charm That Lulls To Sleep, A Shade That Follows Wealth Or Fame, And Leaves The Wretch To Weep?

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.

A Man's Own Heart Must Ever Be Given To Gain That Of Another.

Where Wealth Accumulates, Men Decay.

There Is Unspeakable Pleasure Attending The Life Of A Voluntary Student.