Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.

Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

Prayer ardent opens heaven.

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.

Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.