The first is the law, the last prerogative.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
The fortitude of a Christian consists in patience, not in enterprises which the poets call heroic, and which are commonly the effects of interest, pride and worldly honor.