Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.

Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.

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

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!

Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.