Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.
Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Pity swells the tide of love.
Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.