The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.