Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry