Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.