If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.

He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.

For Love will still be lord of all.

We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.

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