Nor is a day lived if the dawn is left out of it, with the prospects it opens. Who speaks charmingly of nature or of mankind, like him who comes bibulous of sunrise and the fountains of waters?

Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

A government, for protecting business only, is but a carcass, and soon falls by its own corruption and decay.

Would Shakespeare and Raleigh have done their best, would that galaxy have shone so bright in the heavens had there been no Elizabeth on the throne?

Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly, nor need we but love them devotedly to become members of an immortal fraternity, superior to accident or change.

One must be a wise reader to quote wisely and well.