I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.

He prayeth best who loveth best.

A rogue is a roundabout fool.

As there is much beast and some devil in man, so is there some angel and some God in him. The beast and the devil may be conquered, but in this life never destroyed.

He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you must keep them wet.