What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Wishing of all employments is the worst
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.