In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

You will, I trust, resemble a forest plant, which has indeed, by some accident, been brought up in the greenhouse, and thus rendered delicate and effeminate, but which regains its native firmness and tenacity, when exposed for a season to the winter air.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Welcome as the flowers in May.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.