Know Then This Truth, Enough

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

How Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail!