When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.