What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
So upright Quakers please both man and God.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.