A volcano may be considered as a cannon of immense size.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.

If we do not find happiness in the present moment, in what shall we find it?

There is yet a silent agony in which the mind appears to disdain all external help, and broods over its distresses with gloomy reserve. This is the most dangerous state of mind; accidents or friendships may lessen the louder kinds of grief, but all remedies for this must be had from within, and there despair too often finds the most deadly enemy.