An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

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

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

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

In indolent vacuity of thought.

Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.