From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,- Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.
Bravery has no place where it can avail nothing.
Was ever poet so trusted before?
The finest landscape in the world is improved by a good inn in the foreground.
There are few minds to which tyranny is not delightful.