The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.

There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.

So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.

Two sentiments alone suffice for man, were he to live the age of the rocks - love, and the contemplation of the Deity.

When a false argument puts on the appearance of a true one, then it is properly called a sophism or fallacy.

I would not change my native landFor rich Peru with all her gold

Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings