He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.