True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.

The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.

What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.

Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.