Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.
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.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
We may see the small value God has for riches, by the people he gives them to.