Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
Love the offender, yet detest the offense.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.