On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.

Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.

He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.

Do not Christians and Heathens, and Jews and Gentiles, and poets and philosophers, unite in allowing the starry influences?

A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.

A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.