Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.
Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.