Joseph Addison

The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.

The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, read more

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care,
Sinks down to rest.

There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a
nation, than a want of zeal read more

There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a
nation, than a want of zeal in its inhabitants for the good of
their country.

Health and cheerfulness mutually beget each other.

Health and cheerfulness mutually beget each other.

Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man!

Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man!