Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.
Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.