To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.