Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

Strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!