[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

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