I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it; but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.

A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.