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

Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.

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.

In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention... It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.

A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity.