Atheists put on false courage and alacrity in the midst of their darkness and apprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark, will sing for fear.

I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.

Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.