a307: Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
- Pope.
a308: The mind ought sometimes to be amused, that it may the better return to thought, and to itself.
- Phaedrus.
a309: I am one,
Who finds within me a nobility
That spurns the idle prating of the great,
And their mean boast of what their fathers were,
While they themselves are fools effeminate.
The scorn of all who know the worth of mind and virtue.
- Percival.
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Friday, May 2, 2008
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