Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.