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.

Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.