Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

Th' embroid'ry of poetic dreams.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.