They live too long who happiness outlive.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.
Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.