Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.