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.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.

He that runs may read.

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.

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.