Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it; but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.