Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.
Let's learn to live, for we must die alone.
Life is not measured by the time we live.
Good is done by degrees.
With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.