We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.