The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Affliction is a good man's shining time.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.