A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.