True Wit, To Every Man, Is That

Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low I Know Not What Into My Ear; Of His Strange Language All I Know Is, There Is Not A Word Of Fear.

Piety--warm, Soft, And Passive As The Ether Round The Throne Of Grace--is Made Callous And Inactive By Kneeling Too Much.

Political Men, Like Goats, Usually Thrive Best Among Inequalities.

As There Are Some Flowers Which You Should Smell But Slightly To Extract All That Is Pleasant In Them ... So There Are Some Men With Whom A Slight Acquaintance Is Quite Sufficient To Draw Out All That Is Agreeable; A More Intimate One Would Be Unsafe And Unsatisfactory.

The Sweetest Souls, Like The Sweetest Flowers, Soon Canker In Cities, And No Purity Is Rarer There Than The Purity Of Delight.