No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
All we behold is miracle.
How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.