How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

All just laws condemn cruelty.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.

Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.

A friar who asks alms for God's sake begs for two.

Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.

Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess An unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin In missing each that salutory rein Of reason, and the grinding will of man.