Lights of the world, and stars of human race.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.

Lights of the world, and stars of human race.