There Is No Solitude In Nature.

Of All The Possessions Of This Life Fame Is The Noblest; When The Body Has Sunk Into The Dust The Great Name Still Lives.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.

Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.