Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
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.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
Great offices will have great talents.
Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.