Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.

No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!

God forbid that Judges upon their oath should make resolutions to enlarge jurisdiction.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.

Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.