Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.
An undevout astronomer is mad.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Nature delights in progress; in advance.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.