A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.