Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.
The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
Religion, richest favor of the skies.