Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.