Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.

Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.