Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.
God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?
Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.