The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.
Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
By night an atheist half-believes in God.
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.