No science is speedily learned by the noblest genius without tuition.

So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.

Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.

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

Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.

There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.

It was a saying of the ancients, "Truth lies in a well;" and to carry on this metaphor, we may justly say that logic does supply us with steps, whereby we may go down to reach the water.