No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.

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

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!