In All The Silent Manliness Of Grief.

Religion Does What Philosophy Could Never Do; It Shows The Equal Dealings Of Heaven To The Happy And The Unhappy, And Levels All Human Enjoyments To Nearly The Same Standard. It Gives To Both Rich And Poor The Same Happiness Hereafter, And Equal Hopes To Aspire After It.

A Man's Own Heart Must Ever Be Given To Gain That Of Another.

See Me, How Calm I Am. Ay, People Are Generally Calm At The Misfortunes Of Others.

The First Blow Is Half The Battle.

Near Yonder Thorn, That Lifts Its Head On High, Where Once The Sign-post Caught The Passing Eye, Low Lies That House Where Nut-brown Draughts Inspired, Where Graybeard Mirth And Smiling Toil Retired, Where Village Statesmen Talk'd With Looks Profound, And News Much Older Than Their Ale Went Round.