No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

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

Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.

Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.

She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.