A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

A field of glory is a field for all.

From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.

A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!