Say first, of god above or man below; what can we reason but from what we know.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
A field of glory is a field for all.