If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

Imitation pleases, because it affords matter for inquiring into the truth or falsehood of imitation, by comparing its likeness or unlikeness with the original.

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.