Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.

If Reasons Were As Plentiful As Blackberries, I Would Give No Man A Reason Upon Compulsion.

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.