Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.
Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.