[Rhyme is] but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meter; ... Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme, ... as have also long since our best English tragedies, as... trivial and of no true musical delight; which [truly] consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory.

Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.

He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.