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

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.

[T]hro’ this Air, this Ocean, and this Earth, All Nature quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go? Around how wide? how deep extend below? Vast Chain of Being! which from God began, Ethereal Essence, Spirit, Substance, Man, Beast, Bird, Fish, Insect! what no Eye can see, No Glass can reach! from Infinite to Thee! From Thee to Nothing.... From Nature’s Chain whatever Link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.... All are but parts of one stupendous Whole: Whose Body Nature is, and God the Soul.

Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.

Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.