Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear

Some Positive Persisting Fops We Know, Who, If Once Wrong, Will Needs Be Always So; But You With Pleasure Own Your Errors Past, And Make Each Day A Critique On The Last.

And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left Free The Human Will.

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

How Vast A Memory Has Love!

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.