Whatever is, is right.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
So upright Quakers please both man and God.
A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice it.
No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.