Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.

There is no merit where there is no trial; and till experience stamps the mark of strength, cowards may pass for heroes, and faith for falsehood.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.

Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.

Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.