Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.

The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.

I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.

I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.

I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill