Complaisance renders a superior amiable, an equal agreeable, and an inferior acceptable.

The pride of woman, natural to her, never sleeps until modesty is gone.

What can be nobler than the idea it gives us of the Supreme Being?

If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue.

With what astonishment and veneration may we look into our own souls, where there are such hidden stores of virtue and knowledge, such inexhaustible sources of perfection. We know not yet what we shall be, nor will it ever enter into the heart to conceive the glory that will be always in reserve for it.

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome.

Complaisance renders a superior amiable, an equal agreeable, and an inferior acceptable.