Virtue Is Presupposed In Friendship.

Great Men Always Pay Deference To Greater.

You Should Indeed Have Longer Tarried By The Roadside Before You Married.

Was Genius Ever Ungrateful? Mere Talents Are Dry Leaves, Tossed Up And Down By Gusts Of Passion, And Scattered And Swept Away; But, Genius Lies On The Bosom Of Memory, And Gratitude At Her Feet.

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.

O Music! How It Grieves Me That Imprudence, Intemperance, Gluttony, Should Open Their Channels Into Thy Sacred Stream.