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

Ridicule, the weapon of all others most feared by enthusiasts of every description, and which from its predominance over such minds, often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.

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."

What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

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

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