Wine Displays Every Little Spot Of The

We Find The Works Of Nature Still More Pleasant, The More They Resemble Those Of Art.

Faith Is Kept Alive In Us, And Gathers Strength, More From Practice Than From Speculations.

Look What A Little Vain Dust We Are!

Cunning Has Only Private Selfish Aims, And Sticks At Nothing Which May Make Them Succeed. Discretion Has Large And Extended Views, And, Like A Well-formed Eye, Commands A Whole Horizon; Cunning Is A Kind Of Shortsightedness, That Discovers The Minutest Objects Which Are Near At Hand, But Is Not Able To Discern Things At A Distance.

Love Is A Second Life; It Grows Into The Soul, Warms Every Vein, And Beats In Every Pulse.