Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.