Nature delights in progress; in advance.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

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.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.