Life Is One, Religion One,

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Equanimity Is The Gem In Virtue's Chaplet, And St. Sweetness The Loveliest In Her Calendar.

Nor Do We Accept, As Genuine The Person Not Characterized By This Blushing Bashfulness, This Youthfulness Of Heart, This Sensibility To The Sentiment Of Suavity And Self-respect. Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds. None Are Truly Great Without This Ornament.

Would Shakespeare And Raleigh Have Done Their Best, Would That Galaxy Have Shone So Bright In The Heavens Had There Been No Elizabeth On The Throne?

Strengthen Me By Sympathizing With My Strength, Not My Weakness.