What cities, as great as this, have... promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others... Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.

What is genius or courage without a heart?

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition.

That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.

The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.