Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?

Religion, richest favor of the skies.

Remorse begets reform.

When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins.

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.