Obedience Is The Christian's Crown.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

Emulation Is A Noble And Just Passion, Full Of Appreciation.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.