Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.

Two sentiments alone suffice for man, were he to live the age of the rocks - love, and the contemplation of the Deity.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

It was a saying of the ancients, "Truth lies in a well;" and to carry on this metaphor, we may justly say that logic does supply us with steps, whereby we may go down to reach the water.