Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven’s free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Virtue is her own reward.
Take the goods the gods provide thee.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.
Hushed as midnight silence.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
They think too little who talk too much.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Pride – Lord of human kind.
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
They live too long who happiness outlive.