A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.
Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.