Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

A dedication is a wooden leg.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.