Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Religion, richest favor of the skies.
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.