The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
Affliction is a good man's shining time.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!