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.

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.

It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.

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

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!

To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,--these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.