But how can finite grasp Infinity?

He made all countries where he came his own.

The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

The conscience of a people is their power.