Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.
To a man of pleasure every moment appears to be lost, which partakes not of the vivacity of amusement.
It is pleasant to see a notorious profligate seized with a concern for religion, and converting his spleen into zeal.
What pity is it That we can die, but once to serve our country.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought.
The moral virtues, without religion are but cold, lifeless, and insipid; it is only religion which opens the mind to great conceptions, fills it with the most sublime ideas, and warms the soul with more than sensual pleasures.