The purpose firm is equal to the deed
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.