Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

Great offices will have great talents.

England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!

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

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought Of freedom, in that hope itself possess All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, The scorn of danger, and united hearts, The surest presage of the good they seek.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.