We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.