O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

The proud are ever most provoked by pride.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.