From labour health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy.
James Beattie

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.
James Beattie

No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.
James Beattie

In every age and every man there is something to praise as well as to blame.
James Beattie

How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.
James Beattie

He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.
James Beattie

Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
James Beattie