In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.
My name is Death: the last best friend am I.
I have heard a good story of Charles Fox. When his house was on fire, he found all efforts to save it useless, and, being a good draughtsman, he went up to the next hill to make a drawing of the fire,--the best instance of philosophy I ever heard of.
There is healing in the bitter cup.
Cupid "the little greatest god."
The laws are with us, and God on our side.