Affliction is a good man's shining time.
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.