It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.

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

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Too low they build who build below the skies.