None think the great unhappy, but the great.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
A Christian is the highest style of man.