Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.
One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.
Rich with the spoils of time.