A Christian is the highest style of man.
The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
Nature delights in progress; in advance.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.