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.

The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.

A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.

And make each day a critic on the last.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

On wrongs swift vengeance waits.

Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.