Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.

The Book of Books Within this ample volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Happiest they of human race To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way; But better had they ne'er been born That read to doubt or read to scorn.

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

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.