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

If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.

Virtue is her own reward.

A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.

Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.

Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.