Let dogs delight to bark and bite, for God hath made them so.

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

Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.

To be angry about trifles is mean and childish; to rage and be furious is brutish; and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils; but to prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.

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

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

To prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.