Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.
If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!