War is a trade of kings.

Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.

Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.

For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.

We by art unteach what Nature taught.