O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.