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

Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.

Hushed as midnight silence.

Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

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

Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.