Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

'T is impious in a good man to be sad.

Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.