Lights of the world, and stars of human race.

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

Th' embroid'ry of poetic dreams.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

Folly ends where genuine hope begins.