He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.

He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.

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.

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.