When the lightning strikes but one, not one only does it terrify.
The mind ill at ease, the body suffers also.
Beauty is a frail good.
There is a God within us, and we glow when He stirs us.
It is not easy to bear prosperity unruffled.
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!