Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.

A thousand fearful images and dire suggestions glance along the mind when it is moody and discontented with itself. Command them to stand and show themselves, and you presently assert the power of reason over imagination.

Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.

The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.