Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

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.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.