Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.
Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.