We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Pity swells the tide of love.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.