For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.