As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

Is it not evident, in these last hundred years (when the Study of Philosophy has been the business of all the Virtuosi in Christendome) that almost a new Nature has been revealed to us? that more errours of the School have been detected, more useful Experiments in Philosophy have been made, more Noble Secrets in Opticks, Medicine, Anatomy, Astronomy, discover'd, than in all those credulous and doting Ages from Aristotle to us? So true it is that nothing spreads more fast than Science, when rightly and generally cultivated.

Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.