Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.

But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.