So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.