He who multiplies riches multiplies cares.
He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still, Which he may adhere to, yet disown, For reasons to himself best known.
It is better to be defeated on principle than to win on lies.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd.
But these are foolish things to all the wise, And I love wisdom more than she loves me; My tendency is to philosophise On most things, from a tyrant to a tree; But still the spouseless virgin Knowledge flies, What are we? and whence come we? what shall be Our ultimate existence? What's our present? Are questions answerless, and yet incessant.
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul, Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee, Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied Him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at His cross, and earliest at His grave.
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies, Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise. The work she plyed, but, studious of delay, Each following night reversed the toils of day.
I, for one, hope that youth will again revolt and again demoralize the dead weight of conformity that now lies upon us.