What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give.
Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.