In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
Long time men lay oppress'd with slavish fear Religion's tyranny did domineer ... At length a mighty one of Greece began To assert the natural liberty of man, By senseless terrors and vain fancies let To slavery. Straight the conquered phantoms fled.
Continual dropping wears away a stone.
Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.