Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!