He Watched And Wept And Prayed And

What If In Scotland's Wilds We Viel'd Our Head, Where Tempests Whistle Round The Sordid Bed; Where The Rug's Two-fold Use We Might Display, By Night A Blanket, And A Plaid By Day.

As For Disappointing Them I Should Not So Much Mind; But I Can't Abide To Disappoint Myself.

Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

Whatever The Skill Of Any Country May Be In The Sciences, It Is From Its Excellence In Polite Learning Alone That It Must Expect A Character From Posterity.

How Blest Is He Who Crowns In Shades Like These A Youth Of Labour With An Age Of Ease!