Life is an incurable disease.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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?
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?