The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

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

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

The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."