All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.

I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.