Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

Where all life dies death lives.

Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.

A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?

At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.