Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

Whatever is, is in its causes just.

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.