For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for love, but on the stage
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.
From plots and treasons Heaven preserve my years, But save me most from my petitioners. Unsatiate as the barren womb or grave; God cannot grant so much as they can crave.
While yet a young probationer, / And candidate of heaven.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony / This universal frame began: / From harmony to harmony / Through all the compass of the notes it ran, / The diapason closing full in Man.