And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head should carry all it knew.
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head should carry all it knew.
In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.
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