O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.

Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.