The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.

The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.

Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at read more

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious read more

Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.

There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.

Wo be to him that reads but one book.

Wo be to him that reads but one book.

With but a plank between them and their fate.

With but a plank between them and their fate.

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non read more

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu.]