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

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

... she, that will with kittens jest, Should bear a kitten's joke.

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

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.