The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.