All habits gather by unseen degrees.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

A happy genius is the gift of nature.

He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.

All delays are dangerous in war.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.