That power Which erring men call Chance.
Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
Solitude sometimes is best society.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Such joy ambition finds.
So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.