Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

Imitation pleases, because it affords matter for inquiring into the truth or falsehood of imitation, by comparing its likeness or unlikeness with the original.

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

I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.

Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.

The blushing beauties of a modest maid.

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