Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.
Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.
Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.
A complete and generous education fits a man to perform justly, skillfully, and magnanimously all the offices, both public and private, of peace and war.
Therefore God’s universal law Gave to the man despotic power Over his female in due awe, Not from that right to part an hour, Smile she or lour.
But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover’s heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Rich and various gems inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep.
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk’d with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other’s burden.