But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

Active Evil is better than Passive Good.

Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.