Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

So upright Quakers please both man and God.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.