Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming

Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.