Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?

Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil.