Born to myself, I like myself alone.
Whenever you preach, be sure that you lift the Saviour high and lay the sinner low.
Late children are early orphans.
Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense
'Tis dangerous to think - For who by thinking tempts his jealous Fate, Is straight arraign'd as Traytor to the State, And none that come within the Verge of Sense, Have to Preferment now the least Pretence. . . .
Dead we become the lumber of the world.