Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.
What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.