Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.