Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise

Luck is the residue of design.