Virtue alone is happiness below.
The zeal of fools offends at any time.
To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.
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.