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

Fancy and humour, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head.

Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

The stars, that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But Thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to Heaven.

Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?

In common discourse we denominate persons and things according to the major part of their character; he is to be called a wise man who has but few follies.