The beggarly last doit.
The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.