A mighty maze! But not without a plan.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

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

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

The pure and noble, the graceful and dignified, simplicity of language is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scriptures and Homer. The whole book of Job, with regard both to sublimity of thought and morality, exceeds, beyond all comparison, the most noble parts of Homer.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.