That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

Thought is the soul of act.

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.