Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

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

Atheists put on false courage and alacrity in the midst of their darkness and apprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark, will sing for fear.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.