He sins against this life, who slights the next.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.