Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.