Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.

Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.

The beggarly last doit.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.