The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.

The dews of the evening most carefully shun; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.

The sole equality on earth is death