Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
A teacher should be sparing of his smile.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?