What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.