It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.

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

Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.

Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.

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.

Friendship's the wine of life.

The spirit walks of every day deceased.