Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
'T is impious in a good man to be sad.
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.