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

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Education of youth is not a bow for every man to shoot in that counts himself a teacher; but will require sinews almost equal to those which Homer gave to Ulysses.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there; be lowly wise. Think only what concerns thee and thy being; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been revealed.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.