Where sin was hatch'd, let tears now wash the nest, Where life was lost, recover life with cries.

I wealthiest am when richest in remorse.

My mind to me an empire is.

The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil; and therefore wrong is their way, gross their error, and assured their ruin who, after the testimony of so many thousands of saints, will not learn where to settle their footing.

Where sin was hatch'd, let tears now wash the nest, Where life was lost, recover life with cries.

What thought can think, another thought can mend.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live.