Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.

Cavil you may, but never criticise.

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.

Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.