"Pouter, tumbler and fantail are from the same source; The racer and hack may be traced to one horse; So men were developed from monkeys of course, Which nobody can deny."

"So I wonder a woman, the Mistress of Hearts, Should ascent to aspire to be Master of Arts; A Ministering Angel in Woman we see, And an Angel need cover no other Degree. —O why should a Woman not get a Degree?"

""Mortality", in Songs of Israel (1824). Abraham Lincoln was fond of repeating these lines."

"There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again!"

"O if thou knew’st how thou thyself dost harm, And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil my rest; Then thou would’st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm."

"Despair and confidence both banish fear."

"Words but direct, example must allure."

"That fatal sergeant, Death, spares no degree."

"The world's chief idol, nurse of fretting cares, Dumb trafficker, yet understood o'er all."

"That generous plainness proves the better way."

"I sing the sabbath of eternal rest."

"Vile avarice and pride, from Heaven accurst, In all are ill, but in a church-man worst."

"When policy puts on religious cloak."

"Of all things that are feared, the least is death."

"Pride hated stands, and doth unpitied fall."

"Lo, one who loved true honour more than fame, A real goodness, not a studied name."

"Although my hap be hard, my heart is high."

"To love and be beloved, this is the good, Which for most sovereign all the world will prove."

"Times daily change and we likewise in them; Things out of sight do straight forgotten die."

"Of all the tyrants that the world affords, Our own affections are the fiercest lords."

"What life refused, to gain by death he thought: For life and death are but indifferent things, And of themselves not to be shunned nor sought, But for the good or ill that either brings."

"Death is the port where all may refuge find, The end of labour, entry unto rest."

"I hope, I fear, resolved, and yet I doubt, I'm cold as ice, and yet I burn as fire; I wot not what, and yet I much desire, And trembling too, am desperately stout."

"What thing so good which not some harm may bring? Even to be happy is a dangerous thing."

"His birthright sold, some pottage so to gain."

"The weaker sex, to piety more prone"

"Though I was long in coming to the light, Yet may I mount to fortune's highest height."

"That queen of nations, absolutely great."

"We twain have met like the ships upon the sea, Who hold an hour’s converse, so short, so sweet; One little hour! And then, away they speed On lonely paths, through mist and cloud and foam, To meet no more."

"Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes."

"The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman."

"Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well."

"In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines."

"A poem round and perfect as a star."

"Everything is sweetened by risk."

"Some books are drenchèd sands On which a great soul’s wealth lies all in heaps, Like a wrecked argosy."

"Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine."

"The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other."

"In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it."

"Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire."

"We hear the wail of the remorseful winds In their strange penance. And this wretched orb Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world, Homeless and sobbing through the deep she goes."

"The soul of man is like the rolling world, One half in day, the other dipt in night; The one has music and the flying cloud, The other, silence and the wakeful stars."

"To me, through every season dearest; In every scene, by day, by night, Thou, present to my mind appearest A quenchless star, forever bright; My solitary sole delight: Where’er I am, by shore—at sea— I think of thee."

"The flowers of the forest are a’ wide awae."

"He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all."

"I’ll make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword."

"He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in."

"With one hand he put A penny in the urn of poverty, And with the other took a shilling out."

"And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still, Too bright for ours to look upon, suffused With many tears, and closed without a cloud. They set as sets the morning star, which goes Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides Obscured among the tempests of the sky, But melts away into the light of heaven."