Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

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.

Prayer ardent opens heaven.

Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.