Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

Our Grub-street biographers watch for the death of a great man like so many undertakers on purpose to make a penny of him.

The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye.

Quick sensitivity is inseperable from a ready understanding.

In my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; I am ten times undone, while hope, and fear, And grief, and rage and love rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me.

Music can noble hints impart, Engender fury, kindle love, With unsuspected eloquence can move, And manage all the man with secret art.

Who does not more admire Cicero as an author than as a consul of Rome?