And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

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

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.