She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.

How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.

What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?