So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
History - the devil's scripture
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!