Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.

Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.

A volcano may be considered as a cannon of immense size.

Mortifications are often more painful than real calamities.