Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
All heiresses are beautiful.
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.