In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.
Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.
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.