Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven.
Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
Order is heaven's first law.
Genius creates, and taste preserves.
The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.