Experience is the best of schoolmasters, only the school-fees are heavy.

From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one, Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought h ...

The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort, is not fit to be deemed a scholar.

The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale, their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without sleep, the day a fear of interruption, pallor, s ...

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.