But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

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

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.

Lights of the world, and stars of human race.

All we behold is miracle.

A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.

God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs