Within today, tomorrow is already walking.

It is a flat'ning Thought, that the more we have seen, the less we have to say.

We are now Courts of equity, and must decide the thing according to all the rights.

Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.

We must not be guilty of taking the law into our own hands, and converting it from what it really is to what we think it ought to be.

If you are not a thinking man, to what purpose are you a man at all?.

A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.