That, chang'd thro' all and yet in all the same, Great in the Earth as in th' Ætherial frame, Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the Breeze, Glows in the Stars, and blossoms in the Trees... Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part... Submit - in this, or any other Sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear. 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.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

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

A patriot is a fool in ev'ry age.

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.