However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

The soft whispers of the God in man.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.