As if the world and they were hand and glove.

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

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

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

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.

Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.