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.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

The blushing beauties of a modest maid.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.

Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.