How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
And empty heads console with empty sound.
Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.