Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.
The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.