He That Runs May Read.

England With All Thy Faults, I Love Thee Still-- My Country! And, While Yet A Nook Is Left Where English Minds And Manners May Be Found, Shall Be Constrained To Love Thee.

Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.

An Idler Is A Watch That Wants Both Hands; As Useless If It Goes As When It Stands.

Pity! Religion Has So Seldom Found A Skilful Guide Into Poetic Ground! The Flowers Would Spring Where'er She Deign'd To Stray And Every Muse Attend Her In Her Way.

The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word And Brings The Truth To Sight.