Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

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

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.