Home is the sacred refuge of our life.

But how can finite grasp Infinity?

Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.

Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.