Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
Stop thinking for once in your life!
Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?