Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.

What can that man fear who takes care to please a Being that is able to crush all his adversaries?

Courage is the thing. All goes if courage goes.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Plenty of people wish to become devout, but no one wishes to be humble.