'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

Remorse begets reform.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.

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!

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.