In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

It is not so much the being exempt from faults, as having overcome them, that is an advantage to us.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

What will a child learn sooner than a song?

No craving void left aching in the soul.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?