A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
The lot of man - to suffer and to die.
The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.