The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
A God alone can comprehend a God.
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.