Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.
[Scottish songs] are, I own, frequently wild, & unreduceable to the more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a great part of their effect.
Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.