Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.

Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.

O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.

A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.