Love is love's reward.

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.

A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.