Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.