Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.