What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.