Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue

Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.