Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.

Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.

God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.

Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

There is no sinner like a young saint.

'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!