Wisdom sits with children round her knees.
The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Books are the best type of the influence of the past.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!