Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.