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

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.

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

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

Steady of heart and stout of hand.

Look back, and smile on perils past.