The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.