Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.
There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.