Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.

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

Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

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

Remorse begets reform.

Heaven's harmony is universal love.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.