In indolent vacuity of thought.

Great offices will have great talents.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.

In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.