England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
A teacher should be sparing of his smile.
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!