It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.

Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides.

On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.