The Ancients Dreaded Death: The Christian Can

The Intellect Of The Wise Is Like Glass; It Admits The Light Of Heaven And Reflects It.

Nothing Good Bursts Forth All At Once. The Lightning May Dart Out Of A Black Cloud; But The Day Sends His Bright Heralds Before Him, To Prepare The World For His Coming.

It Is With Flowers As With Moral Qualities; The Bright Are Sometimes Poisonous; But, I Believe, Never The Sweet.

Examples Would Indeed Be Excellent Things Were Not People So Modest That None Will Set, And So Vain That None Will Follow Them.

Happy The Boy Whose Mother Is Tired Of Talking Nonsense To Him Before He Is Old Enough To Know The Sense Of It.