Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt

It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st

Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last

Manner is all in all whatever is writ, the substitute for genius sense and wit

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more

The solemn fop significant and budge A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge

And diffring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where

Grief is itself a med'cine

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm