Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.

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?

Life is an incurable disease.

All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.