Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense.

As high as we have mounted in delight,In our dejection do we sink as low.

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.