The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

A perfect woman's but a softer man.

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

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