He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
Time elaborately thrown away.
Man wants little, nor that little long.