Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

He who indulges his sense in any excesses renders himself obnoxious to his own reason; and, to gratify the brute in him, displeases the man, and sets his two natures at variance.