The worship of God is, Honouring his gifts in other men each according to his genius, and loving the greatest men best; those who envy or calumniate great men hate God, for there is no other God.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.

thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.