General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.

The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.

Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?