Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder.