He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.

Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.