'T is impious in a good man to be sad.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.