Consult the Genius of the Place in all.

The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.

No Senses stronger than his brain can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly: What the advantage, if his finer eyes Study a Mite, not comprehend the Skies?... Or quick Effluvia darting thro' his brain, Die of a Rose, in Aromatic pain? If Nature thunder'd in his opening ears, And stunn'd him with the music of the Spheres... Who finds not Providence all-good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies?

Age and want sit smiling at the gate.

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

There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.