Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

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.

They live too long who happiness outlive.