A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.