You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.

Love the offender, yet detest the offense.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.

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