War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.

Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.

Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, the mere materials with which wisdom builds, till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.