Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.

Reasoning at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way,
While meaner creatures, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray.

A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun, It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none.

A Christian's wit is offensive light,

A beam that aids, but never grieves the sight;

Vig'rous in age as in the flush of youth,

'Tis always active on the side of truth.

The fall of waters and the song of birds,

And hills that echo to the distant berds,

Are luxuries excelling all the glare

The world can boast, and her chief favorites share.

Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.

The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.

A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.

The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.

Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.

God never meant that man should scale the Heavens

By strides of human wisdom. In his works,

Though wondrous, he commands us in his word

To seek him rather where his mercy shines.

Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry -- Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry.

An epigram is but a feeble thing -- With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

A noisy man is always in the right.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.