How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
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- Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
- Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.
- With thee conversing I forget all time.
- Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
- Let those who would write heroic poems make their life an heroic poem.
- Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.