Let your poem be kept nine years.

Had the crow only fed without cawing she would have had more to eat, and much less of strife and envy to contend with. [To noise abroad our success is to invite envy and competition.]

Many terms which have now dropped out of favour will be revived, and those that are at present respectable, will drop out, if useage so choose with whom resides the decision and the judgment and the code of speech.

You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.

Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.

Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.