The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.