How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
Not to ask is not be denied.
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.