Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
He sins against this life, who slights the next.