Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, / Which I gaze on so fondly to-day.

Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

"Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way, "It is a sunny hour of play, For which repentance dear doth pay, Repentance! Repentance! And this is Love, as wise men say

The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.

Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from it, and use none ill that goes over to it, so that all the while I was there one man was only punished on this occasion.

They have no lawyers among them for they consider them as a sort of people whose profession it is to disguise matters