Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!
Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.