This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!