A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
By night an atheist half-believes in God.