A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

When pain ends, gain ends too.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.

In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.