Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.