O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.

Truth never was indebted to a lie

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

A land of levity is a land of guilt.