That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

There is a majesty in simplicity.

Virtue alone is happiness below.