Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart.