Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

The time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly makes the same gradual change in habits, manners and character, as in personal appearance. At the revolution of every five years we find ourselves another and yet the same;--there is a change of views, and no less of the light in which we regard them; a change of motives as well as of action.

Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

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

He that would soothe sorrow must not argue on the vanity of the most deceitful hopes.

Every hour has its end.