He sins against this life, who slights the next.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.