The course of Nature is the art of God

But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.

Too low they build who build below the skies.