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.

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

Mankind is unamendable.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

How vast a memory has Love!