Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

A noisy man is always in the right.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.

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