Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.

The groves were God's first temples.

Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.