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?

There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

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