And telling me the sov'reign'st thing on earth
Was parmacity for an inward bruise.
SHAKSPEARE, Henry IV, Part I
So gentle, yet so brisk, so wond'rous sweet,
So fit to prattle at a lady's feet.
CHURCHILL
Much are the precious hours of youth misspent
In climbing learning's rugged, steep ascent;
When to the top the bold adventurer's got,
He reigns vain monarch of a barren spot;
While in the vale of ignorance below,
Folly and vice to rank luxuriance grow;
Honours and wealth pour in on every side,
And proud preferment rolls her golden tide.
CHURCHILL
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