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.

What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.

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

What's amiss I'll strive to mend,And endure what can't be mended.

Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings