One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

A God alone can comprehend a God.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Midway from Nothing to the Deity!

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!