Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

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