A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
Misery makes sport to mock itself.
We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.