Take God from nature, nothing great is left.

A God alone can comprehend a God.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

And all may do what has by man been done.