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.

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.