When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins.

But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought Of freedom, in that hope itself possess All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, The scorn of danger, and united hearts, The surest presage of the good they seek.

All we behold is miracle.

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

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

Folly ends where genuine hope begins.

Remorse begets reform.