Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
All habits gather by unseen degrees.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.