Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will.
No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy.
Love is the greatest of educators.
Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; from all the petty vexations that meet us; from the sin-promptings that assail us; from the world-sirens that lure us to ill