A noisy man is always in the right.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polished mind.

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.

No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.