Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.