Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh who would wish to be thy king!

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

There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.

Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.

Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.

The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.

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