Hence, in these times, untouch'd the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.
Men of many words sometimes argue for the sake of talking; men of ready tongues frequently dispute for the sake of victory; men in public life often debate for the sake of opposing the ruling party, or from any other motive than the love of truth.
Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.
Life's bloomy flush was lost.
We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.
Oh how the passions, insolent and strong, Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; Make us the madness of their will obey; Then die and leave us to our griefs as prey!