But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.

Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.