On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise, Whom age, and long experience render wise.

Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

A field of glory is a field for all.