What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him.