A God alone can comprehend a God.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.