Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.