True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
The zeal of fools offends at any time.