Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.

A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.