It is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

Would you who judge of the lawfulness or unlawfulness of pleasure, take this rule; whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your conscience, obscures your sense of God, or takes off the relish of spiritual things; in short; whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that is sin to you; however innocent it may be in itself.

For society, of all places I have ever been, Norwich is the best.

Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.

Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.

In the days of my youth I remembered my God! And He hath not forgotten my age.

From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.