The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.