Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it; but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.

All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.