Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.
The pure and noble, the graceful and dignified, simplicity of language is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scriptures and Homer. The whole book of Job, with regard both to sublimity of thought and morality, exceeds, beyond all comparison, the most noble parts of Homer.