Health consists with temperance alone.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.

Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

What will a child learn sooner than a song?