Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.

Where all life dies death lives.

He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.

Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

The best apology against false accusers is silence.

Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.