All we behold is miracle.

Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

Heaven's harmony is universal love.

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

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.