Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.

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

Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

So upright Quakers please both man and God.

When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.