Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.