Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.
The course of Nature is the art of God
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
'T is impious in a good man to be sad.