Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
[The] public path of life Is dirty.
A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.
Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.