With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy

The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling With Soft Slumb'rous Weight Inclines Our Eyelids.

Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

There Are No Songs Comparable To The Songs Of Zion, No Orations Equal To Those Of The Prophets, And No Politics Like Those Which The Scriptures Teach.

Socrates... Whom Well Inspir'd The Oracle Pronounc'd Wisest Of Men.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.