A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.

But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.

The stars, that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But Thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to Heaven.

Dear Lord. I give myself away. I've nothing else to give.

Two sentiments alone suffice for man, were he to live the age of the rocks - love, and the contemplation of the Deity.

A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.