Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.

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

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.